During the visit to the home of his fathers, Harry had only seen little Polly's countenance that was the least unselfish or kindly: he walked away, not caring to own how disappointed he was, and what a damp had been struck upon him by the aspect of the place.

They ought to have known him.

Had any of them ridden up to his house in Virginia, whether the master were present or absent, the guests would have been made welcome, and, in sight of his ancestors' hall, he had to go and ask for a dish of bacon and eggs at a country alehouse! After his dinner, he went to the bridge and sate on it, looking towards the old house, behind which the sun was descending as the rooks came cawing home to their nests in the elms.

His young fancy pictured to itself many of the ancestors of whom his mother and grandsire had told him.

He fancied knights and huntsmen crossing the ford;--cavaliers of King Charles's days; my Lord Castlewood, his grandmother's first husband, riding out with hawk and hound.