Mr.Goren regretted his absence the more as he would have found him useful in a remarkable invention he was about to patent, being a peculiar red cross upon shirts--a fortune to the patentee; but as Mr.Goren had no natural heirs of his body, he did not care for that.

What affected him painfully was the news of Evan's doings at a noble house, Beckley Court, to wit, where, according to the report of a rich young gentleman friend, Mr.Raikes (for whose custom Mr.Goren was bound to thank Evan), the youth who should have been learning the science of Tailoring, had actually passed himself off as a lord, or the son of one, or something of the kind, and had got engaged to a wealthy heiress, and would, no doubt, marry her if not found out.

Where the chances of detection were so numerous, Mr.Goren saw much to condemn in the idea of such a marriage.

But 'like father like son,' said Mr.Goren.
He thanked the Lord that an honest tradesman was not looked down upon in this country; and, in fact, gave Mrs.Mel a few quiet digs to waken her remorse in having missed the man that he was.
When Mrs.Fiske met her aunt again she returned her the letter, and simply remarked: 'Louisa.' Mrs.Mel nodded.

She understood the implication.
The General who had schemed so successfully to gain Evan time at Beckley Court in his own despite and against a hundred obstructions, had now another enemy in the field, and one who, if she could not undo her work, could punish her.