As the heir of Lady Esmond's estate--for I speak, I believe, to the heir of that great property?
--" The young gentleman made a bow.
"-- I would urge upon you, at the very earliest moment, the propriety, the duty of increasing the ample means with which Heaven has blessed you.

As an honest factor, I could not do otherwise; as a prudent man, should I scruple to speak of what will tend to your profit and mine?
No, my dear Mr.George." "My name is not George; my name is Henry," said the young man as he turned his head away, and his eyes filled with tears.
"Gracious powers! what do you mean, sir?
Did you not say you were my lady's heir?
and is not George Esmond Warrington, Esq .-- --" "Hold your tongue, you fool!" cried Mr.Franks, striking the merchant a tough blow on his sleek sides, as the young lad turned away.

"Don't you see the young gentleman a-swabbing his eyes, and note his black clothes ?" "What do you mean, Captain Franks, by laying your hand on your owners?
Mr.George is the heir; I know the Colonel's will well enough." "Mr.George is there," said the Captain, pointing with his thumb to the deck.
"Where ?" cries the factor.
"Mr.George is there!" reiterated the Captain, again lifting up his finger towards the topmast, or the sky beyond.

"He is dead a year, sir, come next 9th of July.

He would go out with General Braddock on that dreadful business to the Belle Riviere.