There is a house at Lambeth where I often frequent with my friends.

It is something lonely; but thou art a brave lad, and wilt not fear that." He turned and looked Cuthbert keenly over as he spoke, and heaved a short sigh.
"Thou art marvellous like the brother I lost," he said.

"I would that I might have thee for my servant; but thou art too gently born for that, I trow." Cuthbert had well-nigh promised lifelong service on the spot, so peculiar was the influence and fascination exercised upon him by this man; but he remembered his uncle and his duty to him, and pulled himself up as he replied soberly: "I am poor enow--poorer than many a servant--having naught but what is given me by others.

But I have mine uncle's will to do.

I may take no step without asking counsel of him." "Ay, verily; and this secret of our friendship thou must hide from him.