Being a boy of fourteen, cheaply educated at Brussels when his sister's expulsion befell, it was some little time before he heard of it--probably from herself, for the mother was dead; but that I don't know.

Instantly, he absconded, and came over here.

He must have been a boy of spirit and resource, to get here on a stopped allowance of five sous a week; but he did it somehow, and he burst in on his father, and pleaded his sister's cause.

Venerable parent promptly resorts to anathematization, and turns him out.

Shocked and terrified boy takes flight, seeks his fortune, gets aboard ship, ultimately turns up on dry land among the Cape wine: small proprietor, farmer, grower--whatever you like to call it.' At this juncture, shuffling is heard in the hall, and tapping is heard at the dining-room door.