A younger son." "And a Raby, daughter of Dence, married a Little three hundred years ago ?" "So it seems." "Then what a pity this brass was not deciphered thirty years ago! But never mind that.

All I demand is tardy justice to my protege.

Is not this a remarkable man?
By day he carves wood, and carries out a philanthropic scheme (which I mean to communicate to you this very day, together with this young man's report); at night he forges tools that all Hillsborough can't rival; in an interval of his work he saves a valuable life or two; in another odd moment he fights like a lion, one to four; even in his moments of downright leisure, when he is neither saving life nor taking it, he practices honorable arts, restores the fading letters of a charitable bequest, and deciphers brasses, and vastly improves his uncle's genealogical knowledge, who, nevertheless, passed for an authority, till my Crichton stepped upon the scene." Raby bore all this admirably.

"You may add," said he, "that he nevertheless finds time to correspond with his friends.

Here is a letter, addressed to Miss Carden, I declare!" "A letter to me!" said Grace, faintly.
Raby handed it over the pew to her, and turned the address, so that she could judge for herself.
She took it very slowly and feebly, and her color came and went.
"You seemed surprised; and so am I.It must have been written two days ago." "Yes." "Why, what on earth could he have to say to you ?" "I suppose it is the reply to mine," stammered Grace.
Mr.Raby looked amazement, and something more.
Grace faltered out an explanation.