n't fail to get a rich heiress. Tenez! You
should go amongst the merchants in the City, and look out there. They
won't know that you are out of fashion at the Court end of the town.
With a little management, there is not the least reason, sir, why you
should not make a good position for yourself still. When did you go to
see my Lady Yarmouth, pray? Why did you not improve that connexion?
She took a great fancy to you. I desire you will be constant at her
ladyship's evenings, and lose no opportunity of paying court to her."

Thus the old woman who had loved Harry so on his first appearance in
England, who had been so eager for his company, and pleased with his
artless conversation, was taking the side of the world, and turning
against him. Instead of the smiles and kisses with which the fickle old
creature used once to greet him, she received him with coldness; she
became peevish and patronising; she cast gibes and scorn at him before
her guests, making his honest face flush with humiliation, and awaking
the keenest pangs of grief and amazement in his gentle, manly heart.
Madame de Bernstein's servants, who used to treat him with such
eager respect, scarcely paid him now any attention. My lady was often
indisposed or engaged when he called on her; her people did not press
him to wait; did not volunteer to ask whether he would stay and dine, as
they used in the days when he was the Fortunate Youth and companion
of the wealthy and great. Harry carried his woes to Mrs. Lambert. In a
passion of sorrow he told her of his aunt's cruel behaviour to him. He
was stricken down and dismayed by the fickleness and heartlessness of
the world in its treatment of him. While the good lady and her daughters
would move to and fro, and busy themselves with the cares of the house,
our poor lad would sit glum in a window-seat, heart-sick and silent.

"I know you are the best people alive," he would say to the ladies, "and
the kindest, and that I must be the dullest company in the world--yes,
that I am."

"Well, you are not very lively, Harry," says Miss Hetty, who began to
command him, and perhaps to ask herself, "What? Is this the gentleman
whom I took to be such a hero?"

"If he is unhappy, why should he be lively?" asks Theo, gently. "He has
a good heart, and is pained at his friends' desertion of him. Sure there
is no harm in that?"

"I would have too much spirit to show I was hurt, though," cries Hetty,
clenching her little fists. "