Among them all there was not one who did not rejoice that Eric and Wildney were yet to continue of their number.
But the two brothers returned to the study, and there, sorrowful in his penitence, with his heart still aching with remorse, Eric sat down on a chair facing the window, and drew Vernon to his side.

The sun was setting behind the purple hills, flooding the green fields and silver sea with the crimson of his parting rays.

The air was full of peace and coolness, and the merry sounds of the cricket field blended joyously with the whisper of the evening breeze.

Eric was fond of beauty in every shape, and his father had early taught him a keen appreciation of the glories of nature.

He had often gazed before on that splendid scene, as he was now gazing on it thoughtfully with his brother by his side.