To have outlived every affection and every pleasure is the chief bitterness of old age; and this bitterness Horatio Paget suffered in all its fulness, though his years were but fifty-two.
"I am a very old man, Mary Anne," he repeated plaintively.

But Mary Anne Kepp could not think him old.

To her eyes he must for ever appear the incarnation of all that is elegant and distinguished.

He was the first gentleman she had ever seen.

Mrs.Kepp had given shelter to other lodgers who had called themselves gentlemen, and who had been pompous and grandiose of manner in their intercourse with the widow and her daughter; but O, what pitiful lacquered counterfeits, what Brummagem paste they had been, compared to the real gem! Mary Anne Kepp had seen varnished boots before the humble flooring of her mother's dwelling was honoured by the tread of Horatio Paget, but what clumsy vulgar boots, and what awkward plebeian feet had worn them! The lodger's slim white hands and arched instep, the patrician curve of his aquiline nose, the perfect grace of his apparel, the high-bred modulation of his courteous accents,--all these had impressed Mary Anne's tender little heart so much the more because of his poverty and loneliness.