"Come 'fess, Julius," said she, merrily. "'Fess and make it up." "I--I have nothing to confess," said Julius, seriously. "Hasn't he indeed?" said she, looking at the brothers. "Oh! don't ask us," said Charlie. "His youthful indiscretions were over long before our eyes had risen above the horizon!" "Do you mean that they have really come home to live here?" demanded Julius, with singular indifference to the personal insinuations. "I am sorry it is so painful to you," said I Frank, somewhat ironically; "but Sir Harry thinks it right to return and end his days among his own people." "Is he ill, then?" "I can't gratify you so far," returned Frank; "he is a fine old fellow of sixty-five. Just what humbugging papers call a regular specimen of an old English gentleman," he added to Cecil. "Humbugging indeed, I should hope," muttered Julius. "The old English gentleman has reason to complain!" "There's the charity of the clergy!" exclaimed Frank. "No forgiveness for a man who has spent a little in his youth!" "As an essential of the old English gentleman?" asked Julius. "At any rate, the poor old fellow has been punished enough," said Charlie. "But what is it? Tell me all about it," said Cecil. "I am sure my father would not wish me to associate with dissipated people." "Ah! Cecil," said Rosamond. "You'll have to take refuge with the military, after all!" "It is just this," said Charlie. "Sir Harry and his only son were always extravagant, one as bad as the other--weren't they, Julius? Phil Bowater told me all about it, and how Tom Vivian lost fifteen thousand pounds one Derby Day, and was found dead in his chambers the next morning, they said from an over-dose of chloroform for neuralgia. Then the estate was so dipped that Sir Harry had to give up the estate to his creditors, and live on an allowance abroad or at watering-places till now, when he has managed to come home. That is to say, the house is really leased to Lady Tyrrell, and he is in a measure her guest--very queer it must be for him in his own house." "Is Lady Tyrrell _that_ woman?" asked Rosamond. "I conclude so," said Charlie. "She was the eldest daughter, and married Lord Tyrrell, who died about two years ago. She has no children, so she has taken the family in charge, patches up Sir Harry's affairs with her jointure, and chaperons her sister." "What is she like?" "Ask Frank," said Charlie, slyly. "No!" said Frank, with dignity. "I shall say no more, I only excite prejudice." "You are right, Frank," said Julius, who had evidently recovered from the shock. "It is not fair to judge people now from what they were eleven years ago. They have had some terrible lessons, and may be much changed." "Ay," said Frank; "and they have been living in an atmosphere congenial to you, at Rockpier, and are hand and glove with all the St. Chrysostom folk there. What do you say to that, Julius? I can tell you they are enchanted with your curate!"