"He has not, then, found out the claimant?"

"He has his name, and the regiment he's in, but that's all. He was
talking of writing to him."

"If he's wise, he'll let it alone. What chance would a poor soldier
in the ranks have against a great lord, if he had all the right in the
world on his side?"

"So I told him; but he said we could make a fine thing out of it, for
all that; and, somehow, Davy, he's mighty seldom mistaken."

"If he be, sir, it is because he has hitherto only meddled with what
lay within his power. He can scheme and plot and track out a clew in the
little world he has lived in; but let him be careful how he venture upon
that wider ocean of life where his craft would be only a cock-boat."

"He hasn't _your_ stuff in him, Davy," cried the old man, in ecstasy;
and a very slight flush rose to the other's cheek at the words, but
whether of pride, or shame, or pleasure, it were hard to say. "I 've
nothing to offer you, Davy, except a cut of cold pork; could you eat
it?" said the old man.

"I'm not hungry, father; I'm tired somewhat, but not hungry."

"I'm tired, too," said the old man, sighing; "but, to be sure, it's time
for me,--I 'll be eighty-nine if I live till the fourth of next month.
That's a long life, Davy."

"And it has been an active one, sir."

"I 've seen great changes in my time, Davy," continued he, following out
his own thoughts. "I was in the Volunteers when we bullied the English,
and they 've paid us off for it since, that they have! I was one of the
jury when Jackson died in the dock, and if he was alive now, maybe it's
a lord of the Treasury he 'd be. Everything is changed, and everybody
too. Do you remember Kellett, of Kellett's Court, that used to drive on
the Circular Road with six horses?"

Dunn nodded an assent.

"His liveries were light-blue and silver, and Lord Castletown's was the
same; and Kellett said to him one day, 'My Lord,' says he, 'we're always
mistaken for each other; could n't we hit on a way to prevent it?' 'I'm
willing,' says my Lord, 'if I only knew how.' 'Then I 'll tell you,'
says Kellett; 'make your people follow your own example and turn their
coats,--that'll do it,' says he." And the old man laughed till his eyes
swam. "What's become of them Kelletts?" added he, sharply.

"Ruined,--sold out"

"To be sure, I remember all about it; and the young fellow,--Paul was
his name,--where's he?"

"He's not so very young now," said Dunn, smiling; "he