CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND.
The Twin-Brother's Letter LITTLE thinking what a storm he had raised, poor innocent Oscar--paternally escorted by the rector--followed us into the house, with his open letter in his hand.
Judging by certain signs visible in my reverend friend, I concluded that the announcement of Nugent Dubourg's coming visit to Dimchurch--regarded by the rest of us as heralding the appearance of a twin-brother--was regarded by Mr.Finch as promising the arrival of a twin-fortune.

Oscar and Nugent shared the comfortable paternal inheritance.

Finch smelt money.
"Compose yourself," I whispered to Lucilla as the two gentlemen followed us into the sitting-room.

"Your jealousy of his brother is a childish jealousy.

There is room enough in his heart for his brother as well as for you." She only repeated obstinately, with a vicious pinch on my arm, "I hate his brother!" "Come and sit down by me," said Oscar, approaching her on the other side.
"I want to run over Nugent's letter.