ou are swearing again! This morning 'twas the Sixth Commandment
you wanted to break; and now----"

"Confound it! leave me alone, Mr. Warrington, do you hear?" growls Jack,
looking very savage; and away he strides far out of the reach of his
mother's bearers.

"What is the matter, George?" asks the lady.

George, who has not been very well pleased with brother Jack's behaviour
all day, says: "Brother Jack has not a fine temper, Aunt Lambert. He
informs you all that I am a coward, and remonstrates with me for being
angry. He finds his mistress gone to the country, and he bawls, and
stamps, and swears. O fie! Oh, Aunt Lambert, beware of jealousy! Did the
General ever make you jealous?"

"You will make me very angry if you speak to me in this way," says poor
Aunt Lambert from her chair.

"I am respectfully dumb. I make my bow. I withdraw," says George, with
a low bow, and turns towards Holborn. His soul was wrath within him.
He was bent on quarrelling with somebody. Had he met cousin Will that
night, it had gone ill with his sureties.

He sought Will at all his haunts, at Arthur's, at his own house. There
Lady Castlewood's servants informed him that they believed Mr. Esmond
had gone to join the family in Hants. He wrote a letter to his cousin:

"My dear, kind cousin William," he said, "you know I am bound over, and
would not quarrel with any one, much less with a dear, truth-telling,
affectionate kinsman, whom my brother insulted by caning. But if you can
find any one who says that I prevented a meeting the other day by giving
information, will you tell your informant that I think it is not I but
somebody else is the coward? And I write to Mr. Van den Bosch by the
same post, to inform him and Miss Lyddy that I find some rascal has been
telling them lies to my discredit, and to beg them to have a care of
such persons." And, these neat letters being despatched, Mr. Warrington
dressed himself, showed himself at the play, and took supper cheerfully
at the Bedford.

In a few days George found a letter on his breakfast-table franked
"Castlewood," and, indeed, written by that nobleman.

"Dear Cousin," my lord wrote, "there has been so much annoyance in our
family of late, that I am sure 'tis time our quarrels should cease. Two
days since my brother William brought me a very angry letter, signed G.
Warrington, and at the same time, to my great grief and pain, acquainted
me with a quarrel that had taken place between you,