If Bridget's brother, Martin Holt, yet lives and carries on his father's business, as is most like, on London Bridge, his house would be no bad shelter for this poor lad, who will scarce have means or breeding as yet to take his place with those of higher quality." "That is very true," said Sir Richard.

"The lad is a right honest lad, and his gentle blood shows in a thousand little ways; but his upbringing has not fitted him for mingling with the high ones of the world, and it would be well for him to rub off something of his rustic shyness and awkwardness ere he tries to cut a fine figure.

I doubt not that Martin Holt would receive his sister's son." "A wool stapler!" muttered Kate, with a slight pout of her pretty lips.

"I was going to have sent him to Culverhouse with a letter, to see what he would do for my cousin." "Lord Culverhouse could not do much," answered her father, with a smile.

"He is but a stripling himself, and has his own way yet to make.