There was no delight to him in being able to dine at his club, and being free to go whither he pleased in the evening.

As it was, it pleased him to go no whither in the evenings; and his mornings were equally blank to him.

He went so often to Mr.Bideawhile, that the poor old lawyer became quite tired of the Trevelyan family quarrel.

Even Lady Milborough, with all her power of sympathising, began to feel that she would almost prefer on any morning that her dear young friend, Louis Trevelyan, should not be announced.

Nevertheless, she always saw him when he came, and administered comfort according to her light.