"As you like your father to be an honourable man, why not your grandfather, and his ancestors before him?
But if we can't inherit a good name, at least we can do our best to leave one, my boy; and that is an ambition which, please God, you and I will both hold by." With this simple talk the old and young gentleman beguiled their way, until they came into the western quarter of the town, where the junior member of the firm of Newcome Brothers had his house--a handsome and roomy mansion in Bryanstone Square.

Colonel Newcome was bent on paying a visit to his sister-in-law, and as he knocked at the door, where the pair were kept waiting some little time, he could remark through the opened windows of the dining-room, that a great table was laid and every preparation made for a feast.
"My brother said he was engaged to dinner to-day," said the Colonel.
"Does Mrs.Newcome give parties when he is away ?" "She invites all the company," answered Clive.

"My uncle never asks any one without aunt's leave." The Colonel's countenance fell.

He has a great dinner, and does not ask his own brother! Newcome thought.

Why, if he had come to me in India with all his family, he might have stayed for a year, and I should have been offended if he had gone elsewhere.
A hot menial, in a red waistcoat, came and opened the door; and without waiting for preparatory queries, said, "Not at home." "It's my father, John," said Clive; "my aunt will see Colonel Newcome." "Missis not at home," said the man.