I tell him Mr.Wycherly Wychecombe, though I have not the honour of ranking him among my relatives, and he is only a Virginian by birth, is a young man to be relied on; and that the despatches are safe, let what may detain the courier." "And why should not a Virginian be every way as trustworthy and prompt as an Englishman, Sir Wycherly ?" asked Mrs.Dutton.

"He _is_ an Englishman, merely separated from us by the water." This was said mildly, or in the manner of one accustomed to speak under a rebuked feeling; but it was said earnestly, and perhaps a little reproachfully, while the speaker's eye glanced with natural interest towards the beautiful face of her daughter.
"Why not, sure enough, my dear Mrs.Dutton!" echoed the baronet.

"They _are_ Englishmen, like ourselves, only born out of the realm, as it might be, and no doubt a little different on that account.

They are fellow-subjects, Mrs.Dutton, and that is a great deal.

Then they are miracles of loyalty, there being scarcely a Jacobite, as they tell me, in all the colonies." "Mr.Wycherly Wychecombe is a very respectable young gentleman," said Dutton; "and I hear he is a prime seaman for his years.