"Angry! boy and cousin--no!" resumed Darrell, in a tone of unusual tenderness. "Angry-fie! But since the parting must be, 't is well to abridge the pain of long farewell. You must wish, too, to see your mother, and thank her for rearing you up so that you may step from poverty into ease with a head erect. You will give to Mrs. Haughton this letter: for yourself, your inclinations seem to tend towards the army. But before you decide on that career, I should like you to see something more of the world. Call to-morrow on Colonel Morley, in Curzon Street: this is his address. He will receive by to-day's post a note from me, requesting him to advise you. Follow his counsels in what belongs to the world. He is a man of the world,--a distant connection of mine, who will be kind to you for my sake. Is there more to say? Yes. It seems an ungracious speech; but I should speak it. Consider yourself sure from me of an independent income. Never let idle sycophants lead you into extravagance by telling you that you will have more. But indulge not the expectation, however plausible, that you will be my heir." "Mr. Darrell--oh, sir--" "Hush! the expectation would be reasonable; but I am a strange being. I might marry again,--have heirs of my own. Eh, sir,-0why not?" Darrell spoke these last words almost fiercely, and fixed his eyes on Lionel as he repeated,--"Why not?" But seeing that the boy's face evinced no surprise, the expression of his own relaxed, and he continued calmly,-- "Enough; what I have thus rudely said was kindly meant. It is a treason to a young man to let him count on a fortune which at last is left away from him. Now, Lionel, go; enjoy your spring of life! Go, hopeful and light-hearted. If sorrow reach you, battle with it; if error mislead you, come fearlessly to me for counsel. Why, boy, what is this?--tears? Tut, tut." "It is your goodness," faltered Lionel. "I cannot help it. And is there nothing I can do for you in return?" Yes, much. Keep your name free from stain, and your heart open to such noble emotions as awaken tears like those. Ah, by the by, I heard from my lawyer to-day about your poor little protegee. Not found yet, but he seems sanguine of quick success. You shall know the moment I hear more." "You will write to me, then, sir, and I may write to you?" "As often as you please. Always direct to me here." "Shall you be long abroad?" Darrell's brows met. "I don't know," said he, curtly. "Adieu." He opened the door as he spoke. Lionel looked at him with wistful yearning, filial affection, through his swimming eyes. "God bless you, sir," he murmured simply, and passed away.