A man is never as well off as when he is thriving in his native soil; more especially when that soil is old England, and Devonshire.

You are not one of us, young gentleman, though your name happens to be Wychecombe; but, then we are none of us accountable for our own births, or birth-places." This truism, which is in the mouths of thousands while it is in the hearts of scarcely any, was well meant by Sir Wycherly, however plainly expressed.

It merely drew from the youth the simple answer that--"he was born in the colonies, and had colonists for his parents;" a fact that the others had heard already, some ten or a dozen times.
"It is a little singular, Mr.Wychecombe, that you should bear both of my names, and yet be no relative," continued the baronet.

"Now, Wycherly came into our family from old Sir Hildebrand Wycherly, who was slain at Bosworth Field, and whose only daughter, my ancestor, and Tom's ancestor, there, married.

Since that day, Wycherly has been a favourite name among us.