And now I think I'll have another cup of tea, Roger, if there's any left.

Give me two lumps of sugar, and just enough cream to swear by." The conversation now became more general, and Austin, thinking that the countess would like to be alone with her nephew for a few minutes before returning to the Castle, watched for an opportunity of taking leave.

He soon rose, and said he must be going home.

The old lady shook hands with him in the most cordial manner, telling him that in no case must he ever forget his mother--oblivious, apparently, of the fact that by no earthly possibility could he remember her; and St Aubyn accompanied him to the door.

"You've quite won her heart," he said, laughingly, as he bade the boy farewell.