He lived at ease; his faculties were expanding under this genial sunshine of prosperity.

Even in aspect he was a man of more importance than a few weeks ago; his cheeks had coloured, his eyes rested with a new dignity on all they saw.
They returned, and as Lady Ogram was entering the hall, a servant made a respectful announcement.
"Mr.Kerchever is here, my lady." "Mr.Kerchever?
Indeed ?" With an unusually quick step, the old lady moved towards the library.
There, occupied with a newspaper, sat a man whose fifty years still represented the prime of life, a tall, athletically-built man, his complexion that of a schoolboy after summer holidays, his brown hair abundant and crisp, spring and stay declared in every muscle of his limbs and frame.

Lightly he arose, gracefully he swung forward, with the bow and smile of one who knows not constraint.

Mr.Kerchever followed the law, but he also, whenever a chance offered, followed the hounds, and with more gusto.

At school and University he had won palms; that his place in academic lists was less glorious mattered little to one who had a comfortable seat awaiting him in the paternal office.
"And what brings you here ?" asked Lady Ogram, unable to subdue an agitation which confused her utterance.
"I have made a discovery which will interest you," replied Mr.
Kerchever, in a voice which sounded very strong and melodious by contrast.
"What is it?
Don't keep me waiting." "I have found a grand-daughter of your brother Joseph Tomalin." The listener drew a deep, tremulous sigh.
"Can't you go on ?" she exclaimed, thickly, just as the lawyer was resuming.
"I'll tell you how I came upon her track--" "I don't care anything about that!" cried the old lady, with violent irritation.