"Then he does desire that I should not know it!" he exclaimed, with a certain triumph--and set his teeth over the admission, as if this at least was something gained. "I did not say so," said the Colonel, with some embarrassment. "I said if--No, Horace, if you wish to investigate into all the secrets of your family, go to your father, and ask him--he is the proper judge of what should or should not be told you. At least, if you don't admit that, he is at least the most proper person to be asked; and till he has refused to satisfy you, you have no right to apply to any one else. Take my advice--be honest and straightforward--it is the shortest way and the clearest: ask himself." "Ask himself! Do you know the terms we are on, uncle?" said Horace, with a smile. "So much the worse for you both--and long enough _that_ has lasted, surely," said the Colonel. "The past is no man's, the future is every man's: I say to you again, _that_ has lasted long enough! Ask himself, and let the mystery and the strife end together. It is the only honest way to clear your difficulties up." Once more Horace smiled--a smile of disappointment and anger--baffled and furious; while the Colonel went on with his honest, simple advice, exhorting the young man to candour and openness--he might as well have exhorted him to be Prime Minister--while Horace, for his part, kept silent, perceiving, once for all, that whether it was from mere foolishness, or some principle of character unknown to him, his uncle was impracticable, and that the only way to find anything out from him was to lie in wait for the unguarded admissions which, in spite of himself, might fall from his lips. "After all," said Colonel Sutherland, when he had concluded his good, honest advice to his own satisfaction, "what has all this to do with it? You are tired of inactivity and quiet, as a young man ought to be; you want to set out upon the world. Of course, your father cannot object to this; and as for me, all that I can do to forward it I will, heartily. But, Horace, setting out on the world does not mean anything vague, my lad. It means doing, or aiming at, some special thing--some _one_ special thing, my dear boy. We can't go out to conquer the world now-a-days--it must be a profession, or business, or a place, or something; so I'll tell you what to do. Think it well over--what you said to me about having no inclinations. Sit down by yourself, and find out if there is not a special turn one way or other in some corner of your heart, and let us hear what it is. After that the way will be clear; we must look for an opening for you, and," added Colonel Sutherland, after a little pause, and speaking with hesitation, "if you should then--wish for--my services with your father, why then, Horace--though we are not the best friends in the world--I'll try my best." "Thank you," said Horace, with sullenness, which he tried vainly to repress--"thank you, uncle. I will do as you say."