And the Beverleys are related to mother,--and isn't mother sweet.

Father was saying"-- At that moment the squire entered the room.

His face was a little severe; but the moment his eyes fell upon Charlotte and Harry, every line of sternness was gone like a flash.

Harry's arm was round his sister's waist, her head against his shoulder; but in a moment he gently released himself, and went to his father.

And in his nineteenth-century way he said what the erring son of old said, "Father, I have not done right lately.