So I told Pettigrew that Henry had died of fever, deeply regretted; and asked him to be sure to tell Scudamour, who had always been interested in the deceased's welfare.

Pettigrew afterward told me that he had communicated the sad intelligence to Scudamour.

"How did he take it ?" I asked.

"Well," Pettigrew said, reluctantly, "he told me that when he was up in Edinburgh he did not get on well with Alexander.

But he expressed great curiosity as to Henry's children." "Ah," I said, "the children were both drowned in the Forth; a sad affair--we can't bear to talk of it." I am not likely to see much of Scudamour again, nor is Alexander.