She exercised a maternal care over him, and he stood in wholesome fear of her and ordered his doings more or less at her judgment.

Now she was married, but she still supervised her tall brother, and the victim made no secret of the yoke.
Suddenly Arthur jumped to his feet.

"I say, what about Lewis Haystoun?
He is home now, somewhere in Scotland.

Have you heard a word about him ?" "He has never written," groaned George, but he took out a pocket-book and shook therefrom certain newspaper cuttings.

"The people I employ sent me these about him to-day." And he laid them out on his knee.
The first of them was long, and consisted of a belated review of Mr.
Haystoun's book.