rose and then pointed rather severely to
a chair.

"He can't be nice," said Aunt Matty to herself, "or Pepine would not
bark." Then aloud--"Sir Hampton will, I have no doubt, soon be here."

"Have I the pleasure of addressing Lady Rea?" said Trevor, with a smile.

Pepine barked again.

"What an insult!" thought Aunt Matty. "Did she look like the mother of
two great girls?"

In truth, she really did not.

"I am Sir Hampton's sister," she said, stiffly--"Miss Matilda Rea."

Volume 2, Chapter VI.

A FRIENDLY CALL.

There was a pause of the kind that may be called cold for a few moments
in Sir Hampton's drawing-room. Then Trevor spoke--

"I beg pardon, I'm sure," he said, frankly; "I hope my name is not
unknown to you."

"I think I have heard my brother mention it," said Aunt Matty, stiffly.
"Hush, Pepine I don't bark!" when, as a matter of course, the dog barked
more furiously than before.

"I've just come back from sea," said Trevor, to break the chill.

"Indeed," said Aunt Matty, freezing a little harder; and added to
herself, "A most objectionable person." Then aloud, "Pepine must not
bark so, hush! hush!"

"Oh, for goodness' sake, Matty, do send that cross little wretch away,"
cried Lady Rea, bursting into the room. "Mr Richard Trevor, is it?"
she said, her plump countenance breaking into a pleasant smile as she
gazed up at her visitor. "I'm very glad to see you," she continued,
holding out both hands, "and I hope we shall be very good neighbours."

"I hope we shall, indeed," said Trevor, shaking the little lady's hands
very heartily, and thinking what a homely, pleasant face it was.

"And aren't you glad to get back? Did you enjoy yourself at sea? I
hope you didn't get wrecked!" said Lady Rea, in a breath.

"No; I reached home safe and sound," said Trevor.

"We do have such storms on this coast sometimes. I've told Edward to
look for his master. Hampy's always about his grounds."

"My sister means she has sent for Sir Hampton," said Miss Matilda,
frigidly. In fact, the cold was intense, and showed in her nose.

"Yes, I've sent for Sir Hampton," said Lady Rea, feeling that she had
made a slip. "The girls will be here, too, directly. You have met
them?"

Miss Matilda darted a look of horror at her sister; but it missed her,
and the little lady prattled on.

"They told me about meeting you twice; and, oh!--here, darlings!--Mr
Trevor's come to give us a neighbourly call."

They c