s and poplar avenues,
among foreign scenes, amidst the chatter of foreign tongues, surrounded
by foreign faces, he still caught the sound of those two distant
voices--one quiet and low, the other gay and piping; and even when, at
last, he dropped asleep and forgot everything else, they joined in with
the rattle of the rail to give him his lullaby. Such are the freaks of
which a sensitive musical ear is often the victim.

At Maxfield, meanwhile, he remained in the minds of one or two of the
inmates.

The two young ladies, assisted by their cousin, and genially obstructed
by their easy-going brother, proceeded seriously in the task of adorning
the studio; now and then speculating about the absent tutor, and now and
then feeling very dejected and lonely. Roger did his best to enliven
the evening and make his visitors feel at home. But although Tom and
Jill readily consented to be comforted, Miss Rosalind as stubbornly
refused, and protested a score of times that the cabin of the "Oriana"
itself was preferable to the misery of being condemned, as she termed
it, to eat her head off in this dismal place. She was sorry for Mr
Armstrong, but she was vexed too that he should go off the very first
day after her arrival, and leave her to fight her battles alone. After
that talk on the steamer, she had, in her own mind, reckoned on him as
an ally, and it disappointed her not to find him at her bidding after
all.

But she was not the only person whose mind was exercised by the tutor's
abrupt exodus.

Captain Oliphant felt decidedly hurt by the manner of his going. It
argued a lack of appreciation of the newly arrived trustee's position in
the household on which he had hardly calculated; and it bespoke a spirit
of independence in the tutor himself, which his colleague could not but
regard as unpromising. Indeed, when, after the day's labours, Captain
Oliphant sought the seclusion of his own apartment, this amiable,
pleasant-spoken gentleman grew quite warm with himself.

"Who is this grandee?" he asked himself. "A man hired at a few pounds a
year and fed at the Maxfield table, in order to help the heir to a
little quite unnecessary knowledge of the ancient classics and modern
sciences. What was the old dotard,"--the old dotard, by the way, was
Captain Oliphant's private manner of referring to the lamented "dear
one," whose name so often trembled on his lips in public,--"what was the
old dotard thinking about? At any r