"Yes; that is, a little street off it--Duke Street, I believe it is called, No. 80B." "No. 80B, Duke Street, St. James's," repeated Brock, slowly. "The first address you gave me was somewhat misleading." "My ignorance of social customs in your large city," replied Mr. Carson, with a charming smile. "I am quite a barbarian, am I not? Yes?" "Indeed, no; if Olive is not pleased with you she will be hard to satisfy." "I think she likes me, Mr. Brock, but she does not love me." "Oh, love is a matter of custom with young girls. You will gain it sooner or later--if not before marriage, then afterwards." "I fear Olive has no love to give me," said Carson, shaking his head. "It is my impression that she has already given her heart to that gentleman who has just left us." "To Mallow? Nonsense. She looks upon him as a friend." "As a very dear friend, don't you think? Yes?" "That may be," rejoined Mr. Brock, gravely. "She has known him for many years, for Mallow lived here a considerable time as tutor to Lord Aldean. But I am sure Olive is not the girl to disregard her father's dying wish. She will become your wife, Angus; be sure of that." "I shall endeavour to deserve my good fortune, Mr. Brock." "By the way, Angus, did your father send no message to me?" "He spoke of you kindly and tenderly on his death-bed," replied Angus, gently; "but he sent no message." "He gave you no letter for me?" "None. Had he done so, I would have sent it on to you." "I suppose he told you about our early friendship?" "Well, no; he spoke always of you with affection, yet he gave me no details of your association with him." "Yet Bellairs and I were his nearest and dearest," sighed the Rector; "but I should not complain. A man might forget many things in thirty years. Poor Alfred!--he was one of the best men I ever knew. I hope you will try to emulate his virtues, Angus." "I shall do my best, Mr. Brock," said Carson, glancing at his watch. "It is getting near breakfast-time. I must return to the Manor House." "No," said the Rector, taking the young man by the arm. "I cannot so readily part with the son of my old friend, who brings back all my youth to me. You must breakfast with me." This invitation did not appear to please Carson over much, and he would fain have declined it, but the Rector was peremptory; so, in the end, he accepted. Mr. Brock was pleased, and showed his pleasure. "I am a bachelor," he said, showing his young friend the way through the quick-set hedge; "but I have an excellent housekeeper and an admirable cook. You shall have a good breakfast, Angus." "Well, sir, I bring a good appetite," answered Carson; and, arm-in-arm with his father's old associate, he passed into the rectory grounds, making himself as agreeable as he knew how.