It is well for young people to air their views; it does them good." "What nonsense you are talking, Dick!" cried the Consul, entering his brother's room.

"What the deuce would become of the world if youngsters were allowed to jabber like that on every possible occasion ?" But Uncle Richard was not nervous when they were _tete-a-tete_.

He got slowly up from his chair, and let his dressing-gown slip off his shoulders; and the two brothers now stood opposite each other, in very different _deshabille_.

The young Consul was in his night-shirt, and a pair of flannel drawers tied at the knees with broad tape.

His thin legs were thrust into long grey stockings, which Miss Cordsen alone knew how to knit.