cal economists, and wants Trevanion to sell his
pictures, as 'unproductive capital.' Less mild than Pope's Narcissa, 'to
make a wash,' he would certainly 'stew a child.' Besides this official
secretary, Trevanion trusts, however, a good deal to a clever,
good-looking young gentleman who is a great favorite with him."

"What is his name?"

"His name? Oh! Gower,--a natural son, I believe, of one of the Gower
family."

Here two of Sir Sedley's fellow fine gentlemen lounged in, and my visit
ended.

CHAPTER VII.

"I Swear," cried my uncle, "that it shall be so." And with a big frown
and a truculent air he seized the fatal instrument.

"Indeed, brother, it must not," said my father, laying one pale,
scholar-like hand mildly on Captain Roland's brown, bellicose, and
bony fist, and with the other, outstretched, protecting the menaced,
palpitating victim.

Not a word had my uncle heard of our losses until they had been adjusted
and the sum paid; for we all knew that the old Tower would have been
gone--sold to some neighboring squire or jobbing attorney--at the first
impetuous impulse of Uncle Roland's affectionate generosity. Austin
endangered! Austin ruined!--he would never have rested till he came,
cash in hand, to his deliverance. Therefore, I say, not till all was
settled did I write to the Captain and tell him gayly what had chanced.
And however light I made of our misfortunes, the letter brought the
Captain to the red brick house the same evening on which I myself
reached it, and about an hour later. My uncle had not sold the Tower,
but he came prepared to carry us off to it vi et armis. We must live
with him and on him, let or sell the brick house, and put out the
remnant of my father's income to nurse and accumulate. And it was on
finding my father's resistance stubborn, and that hitherto he had made
no way, that my uncle, stepping back into the hall, in which he had left
his carpet bag, etc., returned with an old oak case, and, touching a
spring roller, out flew the Canton pedigree.

Out it flew, covering all the table, and undulating, Nile-like, till it
had spread over books, papers, my mother's work-box, and the tea-service
(for the table was large and compendious, emblematic of its owner's
mind); and then, flowing on the carpet, dragged its slow length along
till it was stopped by the fender.

"Now," said my uncle, solemnly, "there never have been but two causes of
difference between you and me, Aus