"Mr.Bastow, do I understand that you desire that your son shall no longer remain an inmate of your house ?" "I do," the clergyman said firmly; "and if he does so I have no other course before me but to resign my living; my position here has become absolutely unbearable." "Very well, sir, then you will please lock your doors tonight, and if he attempts to enter, I, as a magistrate, should know how to deal with him.

Now, young sir, you understand your position; you may not take my advice, nevertheless, I shall give it you.

The best thing you can do is to take your place for town on the outside of the coach that comes through Reigate this afternoon, and tomorrow morning proceed either to the recruiting officer for His Majesty's service, or to that for the East India Company's.

You have health and strength, you will get rid at once of your bad associates, and will start afresh in a life in which you may redeem your past and be useful to your king and country." Young Bastow smiled.
"Thanks," he said sarcastically.

"I have my own plans, and shall follow them." "I would think, Mr.Bastow," the Squire said quietly, "it would just be as well for you to come home with me.