But I tell you what I'll do.

If he and his mother can see my conduct in its proper light, and say so, they can come to Raby, and he can turn gentleman, take the name of Raby, as he has got the face, and be my heir." "Are you serious, Raby ?" "Perfectly." "Then you had better write it, and I'll take it to him." "Certainly." He sat down and wrote as follows: "SIR,--What has recently occurred appears calculated to soften one of those animosities which, between persons allied in blood, are always to be regretted.

I take the opportunity to say, that if your mother, under your advice, will now reconsider the duties of a trustee, and my conduct in that character, and her remarks on that conduct, I think she will do me justice, and honor me once more with her esteem.

Should this be the result, I further hope that she and yourself will come to Raby, and that you will change that way of life which you have found so full of thorns, and prepare yourself to succeed to my name and place.

I am, your obedient servant, "GUY RABY." "There read that." Amboyne read it, and approved it.