Have you not often heard us talk of him?
How strange! Why, he used to stay with us for months at a time, and he and Gladys were great friends: they correspond.
He is Captain Hamilton now; his regiment was ordered to India just at the time poor dear Eric disappeared; he was awfully shocked about that, I remember.

Etta wrote and told him all about it; he was a great favourite of hers.

We none of us thought him handsome except Etta; he was a nice-looking fellow, but nothing else.' 'And you and Gladys are fond of him ?' 'Oh yes.' But here Lady Betty looked a little queer.
'Gladys writes to him most: she has always been his correspondent.
Now and then I get a letter written to me.

You see, he has no one else belonging to him, now his mother is dead.

Aunt Agnes died about two years ago, and he never had brothers or sisters, so he adopted us.' 'Uncle Max knew him, of course ?' 'To be sure.