You know the rest.

Here comes the heir of the house of Moncton." "He does not belong to the elder branch," I cried, fiercely.

"Poor as I am, I consider myself the head of the house, and one of these days will dispute his right to that title." "Tush!" said George, resuming his pen, "you are talking sad nonsense.
But hereby hangs a tale." I looked up inquiringly.

Harrison was hard at work.

I saw a mischievous smile hovering about his lips.