ship's company.

"Colonel Washington knows the way to his room pretty well," said George,
from the harpsichord, looking over his shoulder, but never offering to
stir."

"Let me show the Colonel to his chamber," cried the widow, in great
wrath, and sailed out of the apartment, followed by the enraged and
bewildered Colonel, as George continued crashing among the keys. Her
high-spirited guest felt himself insulted, he could hardly say how; he
was outraged and he could not speak; he was almost stifling with anger.

Harry Warrington remarked their friend's condition. "For heaven's sake,
George, what does this all mean?" he asked his brother. "Why shouldn't
he kiss her hand?" (George had just before fetched out his brother from
their library, to watch this harmless salute.) "I tell you it is nothing
but common kindness."

"Nothing but common kindness!" shrieked out George. "Look at that, Hal!
Is that common kindness?" and he showed his junior the unlucky paper
over which he had been brooding for some time. It was but a fragment,
though the meaning was indeed clear without the preceding text.

The paper commenced: "... is older than myself, but I, again, am older
than my years; and you know, dear brother, have ever been considered a
sober person. All children are better for a father's superintendence,
and her two, I trust, will find in me a tender friend and guardian."

"Friend and guardian! Curse him!" shrieked out George, clenching his
fists--and his brother read on:

"... The flattering offer which General Braddock hath made me, will, of
course, oblige me to postpone this matter until after the campaign. When
we have given the French a sufficient drubbing, I shall return to repose
under my own vine and fig-tree."

"He means Castlewood. These are his vines," George cries again, shaking
his fist at the creepers sunning themselves on the wall.

"... Under my own vine and fig-tree; where I hope soon to present my
dear brother to his new sister-in-law. She has a pretty Scripture name,
which is..."--and here the document ended.

"Which is Rachel," George went on bitterly. "Rachel is by no means
weeping for her children, and has every desire to be comforted. Now,
Harry! Let us upstairs at once, kneel down as becomes us, and say, 'Dear
papa, welcome to your house of Castlewood.'"

CHAPTER IX. Hospitalities

His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief set forth to pay his visit to
Madam Esmond in such a state and sp