His wife was detained by her lodgers, but when he rolled in, with the book under his arm, there was a certain resemblance between himself and it, for both were broad and slightly dilapidated--the one from gout, the other from wear, and the red cover had faded into a nondescript whity-brown, or browny-white, not unlike the complexion of a close-shaven face. He was carefully arrayed in evening costume, and was very choice in his language, being, in fact, much grander than all his aristocratic masters rolled into one; so that though Mrs. Morton tried to recollect that she was a great lady and he had been a servant, force of habit made her feel his condescension when he held out his puffy white hand; and, with a gracious bend of his yellow-gray head, said, 'Allow me to offer my congratulations, Mrs. Morton. I little suspected my proximity to a lady so nearly allied to the aristocracy.' 'I am sure you are very kind, Mr. Rollstone. I had no notion--Ida can tell you I was quite overcome--though when I came to think of it, my poor, dear Morton always did say he had high connections, but I always thought it was one of his jokes.' 'Then as I understand, Mrs. Morton, the lamented deceased was junior to the present Lord Northmoor?' 'Yes, poor dear! Oh, if he had but lived and been eldest, he would have become his honours ever so much better!' 'And oh, Mr. Rollstone, what are we?' put in Ida breathlessly, while Rose squeezed Constance's hand in schoolgirl fashion. 'Indeed, Miss Ida, I fear I cannot flatter you with any change in your designation. If your respected parent had survived he might have become the Honourable Charles, but only by special grant from Her Majesty. It was so in the case of the Honourable Frances Fordingham, when her brother inherited the title.' 'Then at least I am an Honourable!' exclaimed Mrs. Morton. 'I am afraid not, Mrs. Morton. I know of no precedent for such honours being bestowed on a relict; but as I understand that Lord Northmoor is no longer in his first youth, your son might succeed to the title, and, in that case, his sisters might be'--he paused for a word--'ennobled.' 'Then does not it really make any difference to us?' exclaimed Mrs. Morton. 'That would rest in the bosom of his lordship,' said Mr. Rollstone solemnly. 'I declare it is an awful shame,' burst out Ida, while Constance cooed 'Dear uncle!' 'Hush, hush, Ida!' said her mother. 'Your uncle has always treated us handsomely, and we have every reason to expect that he will continue to do so.' 'He ought to have us to live with him in his house in London, and take us to Court,' said Ida. 'Oh, Mr. Rollstone, is he not bound to do that?' And Constance breathed, 'How delicious!'