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economical, at all events. We meet to-morrow, then, at six o'clock."

"Au revoir-I mean, God bless you."

"Tiresome old gentleman, that," muttered Ferrers, "and not so cordial as formerly; perhaps his wife is enciente, and he is going to do me the injustice of having another heir. I must look to this, for without riches I had better go back and live au cinquième at Paris.”

With this conclusion Lumley quickened his pace, and soon arrived in Seamore Place. In a few moments more he was in the library, well stored with books, and decorated with marble busts and images from the studios of Canova and Flaxman.

"My master, sir, will be down immediately," said the servant who admitted him; and Ferrers threw himself into a sofa, and contemplated the apartment with an air half envious and half cynical.

Presently the door opened, and "My dear Ferrers!" "Well, mon cher, how are you?" were the salutations hastily exchanged.

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After the first sentences of inquiry, gratulation, and welcome had cleared the way for more general conversation, "Well, Maltravers," said Ferrers, so here we are together again, and after a lapse of so many years! both older, certainly, and you, I suppose, wiser. At all events, people think you so, and that's all that's important in the question. Why, man, you are looking as young as ever, only a little paler and thinner; but look at me, I am not very much past thirty, and I am almost an old man-bald at the temples-crows' feet, too, eh! Idleness ages one damnably."

"Pooh, Lumley, I never saw you look better. And you are really come to settle in England?"

"Yes, if I can afford it. But, at my age, and after having seen so much, the life of an idle, obscure garçon does not content me. I feel that the world's opinion, which I used to despise, is growing necessary to me. I want to be something. What can I be? Don't look alarmed, I won't rival you. I dare say literary reputation is a fine thing, but I desire some distinction more substantial and worldly. You know your own country -give me a map of the roads to power."

"To power! Oh, nothing but law, politics, and riches."

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suit me, but riches, my dear Ernest-ah, how I long for a good account with my banker!"

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Well, patience and hope-are you not a rich uncle's heir ?"

"I don't know," said Ferrers, very dolorously; "the old gentleman has married again, and may have a family."

"Married-to whom ?"

"A widow, I hear; I know nothing more, except that she has a child already. So you see she has got into a cursed way of having children; and perhaps, by the time I'm forty, I shall see a whole covey of cherubs flying away with the great Templeton property!"

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"Ha, ha! your despair sharpens your wit, Lumley; but why not take a leaf out of your uncle's book, and marry yourself? Find an heiress if you must give up the heritage."

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'Sensibly said-more sensibly than I could have fancied any suggestion coming from a man who writes books, especially poetry; and your advice is not to be despised; for rich I will be, and, as the fathers (I don't mean of the church, but in Horace) told the rising generation, the first thing is to resolve to be rich-and it is only the second thing to consider how."

"Meanwhile, Ferrers, you will be my guest?"

“I'll dine with you to-day; but to-morrow I am off to Fulham, to be introduced to my aunt. Can't you fancy her gray gros de Naples gown, gold chain with an eyeglass-rather fat-two pugs and a parrot! 'Start not, this is fancy's sketch!' I have not yet seen the respectable relative with my physical optics. What shall we have for dinner? Let me choose, you were always a bad caterer."

As Ferrers thus rattled on, Maltravers felt himself growing younger; old times and old adventures crowded fast upon him; and the two friends spent a most agreeable day together. It was only the next morning that Maltravers, in thinking over the various conversations that had passed between them, was forced reluctantly to acknowledge that the inert selfishness of Lumley Ferrers seemed now to have hardened into a resolute and systematic want of principle, which might, perhaps, make him a dangerous and designing man, if urged by circumstances into action.

CHAPTER II.

Dauph. Sir, I must speak to you. I have been long your despised kinsman.

"Morose. Oh, what thou wilt, nephew."-Epicene.

"Her silence is dowry enough-exceedingly soft spoken; thrifty of her speech, that spends but six words a day.-Ibid.

THE Coach dropped Mr. Ferrers at the gate of a villa about three miles from town. The lodgekeeper charged himself with the carpet-bag, and Ferrers strolled, with his hands behind him (it was his favourite mode of disposing of them), through the beautiful and elaborate pleasure-grounds.

"A very nice, snug little box (jointure-house, I suppose!). I would not grudge that, I'm sure, if I had but the rest. But here, I suspect, comes madame's first specimen of the art of having a family." This last thought was extracted from Mr. Ferrers's contemplative brain by a lovely little girl, who came running up to him, fearless and spoiled as she was; and, after indulging in a tolerable stare, exclaimed, “Are you come to see papa, sir?"

"Papa! the deuse!" thought Lumley; "and who is papa, my dear ?"

"Why, mamma's husband. He is not my papa by rights."

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hend."

"Eh!"

"Yes, I am going to your papa by wrongs-Mr. Tem pleton."

"Oh, this way, then."

"You are very fond of Mr. Templeton, my little angel."

"To be sure I am. You have not seen the rockinghorse he is going to give me."

"Not yet, sweet child! And how is mamma?" Oh, poor, dear mamma," said the child, with a sudden change of voice, and tears in her eyes. is not well."

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"In the family-way, to a dead certainty!" muttered Ferrers, with a groan; "but here is my uncle. Horrid name! uncles were always wicked fellows. Richard the Third, and the man who did something or other to the children in the wood, were a joke to my hardhearted old relation, who has robbed me with a widow! The lustful, liquorish old-My dear sir, I'm so glad to see you!"

Mr. Templeton, who was a man very cold in his manners, and always either looked over people's heads or down upon the ground, just touched his nephew's outstretched hand, and telling him he was welcome, observed that it was a very fine afternoon.

"Very, indeed; sweet place this; you see, by-theway, that I have already made acquaintance with my fair cousin-in-law. She is very pretty."

"I really think she is," said Mr. Templeton, with some warmth, and gazing almost fondly at the child, who was now throwing buttercups up in the air, and trying to catch them; Mr. Ferrers wished in his heart that they had been brickbats!

"Is she like her mother?" asked the nephew. "Like who, sir?"

"Her mother-Mrs. Templeton.'

“No—not very; there is an air, perhaps; but the likeness is not remarkably strong. Would you not like to go to your room before dinner?"

Thank you.

Tem-"

Can I not first be presented to Mrs.

"She is at her devotions, Mr. Lumley," interrupted Mr. Templeton, grimly.

"The she-hypocrite!" thought Ferrers. "Oh, I am delighted your pious heart has found so congenial a helpmate!"

"It is a great blessing, and I am grateful for it. This is the way to the house."

Lumley, now forcibly installed in a grave bedroom, with dimity curtains, and dark brown paper with light brown stars on it, threw himself into a large chair, and yawned and stretched with as much fervour as if he could have yawned and stretched himself into his uncle's property. He then slowly exchanged his morning-dress for a quiet suit of black, and thanked his stars that, amid all his sins, he had never been a dandy, and had never rejoiced in a fine waistcoat-a criminal pos

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session that he well knew would have entirely hardened his uncle's conscience against him. He tarried in his room till the second bell summoned him to descend; and then, entering the drawing-room, which had a cold look even in July, found his uncle standing by the mantelpiece, and a young, slight, handsome woman, half buried in a huge, but not comfortable, fauteuil.

"Your aunt, Mrs. Templeton; madam, my nephew, Mr. Lumley Ferrers," said Templeton, with a wave of the hand. 66 John, dinner!"

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I hope I am not late!"

"No," said Templeton, gently, for he had always liked his nephew, and began now to thaw towards him a little on seeing that Lumley put a good face upon the new state of affairs.

"No, my dear boy, no; but I think order and punctuality cardinal virtues in a well-regulated family." "Dinner, sir," said the butler, opening the foldingdoors at the end of the room.

"Permit me," said Lumley, offering his arm to the aunt. "What a lovely place this is!"

Mrs. Templeton said something in reply, but what it was Ferrers could not discover, so low and choked was the voice.

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Shy," thought he; "odd for a widow! but that's the way those husband-buriers take us in!"

Plain as was the general furniture of the apartment, the natural ostentation of Mr. Templeton broke out in the massive value of the plate, and the number of the attendants. He was a rich man, and he was proud of his riches; he knew it was respectable to be rich, and he thought it was moral to be respectable. As for the dinner, Lumley knew enough of his uncle's tastes to be prepared for viands and wines, that even he (fastidious gourmand as he was!) did not despise.

Between the intervals of eating Mr. Ferrers endeavoured to draw his aunt into conversation, but he found all his ingenuity fail him. There was, in the features of Mrs. Templeton, an expression of deep but calm melancholy, that would have saddened most persons to look upon, especially in one so young and lovely. It was evidently something beyond shyness or reserve that made her so silent and subdued, and even in her silence there was so much natural sweetness, that Ferrers could not ascribe her manner to haughtiness or the de