Take money for lying,--shabby, shocking! Don't let that go any farther! The Church-Mother Church--I honour her! Church and State go together! But one ought to be very good to preach to others,--better than you and I are, eh?
ha, ha! Well, then, you like the army,--there's a letter for you to the Horse Guards.

Go up to town; your business is done.

And, as for your outfit,--read this little book at your leisure." And Sir Miles thrust a pocketbook into Ardworth's hand.
"But pardon me," said the young man, much bewildered.

"What claim have I, Sir Miles, to such generosity?
I know that my uncle offended you." "Sir, that's the claim!" said Sir Miles, gravely.

"I cannot live long," he added, with a touch of melancholy in his voice; "let me die in peace with all! Perhaps I injured your uncle,--who knows but, if so, he hears and pardons me now ?" "Oh, Sir Miles!" exclaimed the thoughtless, generous-hearted young man; "and my little playfellow, Susan, your own niece!" Sir Miles drew back haughtily; but the burst that offended him rose so evidently from the heart, was so excusable from its motive and the youth's ignorance of the world, that his frown soon vanished as he said, calmly and gravely,-- "No man, my good sir, can allow to others the right to touch on his family affairs; I trust I shall be just to the poor young lady.