ss and of colonial cut; and yet one could not fail
to see he was a gentleman. His boyishness and fun would have delighted
Dick, who was of the same calibre; only Dick was far cleverer, and had
more in his little finger than this great lumbering Harry in his whole
body.

He was slow and clumsy, but his heart and intentions were excellent;
he was full of tenderness for women, and showed a touching sort of
chivalry in his intercourse with them. In some way, his manners were
far finer than those of a New Bond Street gentleman; for he could not
sneer at a woman, he believed in the goodness of the sex, in spite of
much knowledge to the contrary, he could not tell a lie, and he only
cheated himself. This was saying a good deal for the son of that very
black sheep Sir Francis; but, as Sir Harry once simply observed, "his
mother was a good woman:" if this were the case, her husband's vices
must have shortened her life, for she died young.

Phillis was glad when they turned their backs on the town: she found
her cousin's long purse a difficulty: it seemed an impossibility to
get him past the shops.

First, he was sure Aunt Catherine was fond of champagne,--all ladies
liked sweet sparkling things; but he would see about that at the hotel
presently. Then his attention was attracted by some grouse hanging up
at the poulterer's: Aunt Catherine must have some grouse, as he
remembered the cold mutton. Phillis made no objection to the grouse,
for she knew her mother's fondness for game; but she waxed indignant
when partridges and a hare were added, and still more when Sir Harry
ransacked the fruiterers for a supply of the rarest fruit the town
could afford. After this, he turned his attention to cakes and
bonbons; but here Dulce took his part, for she loved bonbons. Phillis
caught Nan by the arm, and compelled her to leave them; but Mattie
deserted her friends, and remained to watch the fun.

Dulce grew frightened at last, and tried to coax her cousin away.

"Oh, no more--no more?" she pleaded. "Phillis and Nan will be so angry
with us."

"I don't see anything more worth getting," returned her cousin,
contemptuously. "What a place this is, to be sure! Never mind, Dulce;
I am going up to London to-morrow, and I will bring you down as many
bonbons as you like from the French place in Regent Street. I will
bring Miss Mattie some too," he continued, as the girls hurried him
along. "And, Dulce, just write out a list of what you girls