The other is her first cousin, the daughter of Watford's second son.

He went for a soldier when he was just over twenty, and was drafted abroad.

He was not a good correspondent, though he was a good enough son.

A few letters came, and then his father heard from the colonel of his regiment that he had been killed by dacoits in Burmah.

He heard from the same source that his boy had been married to a Burmese, and that there was a daughter only a year old.