was visible, and
talked of him, and of the elements of antique tragedy in his history,
which were at that period, let me say, precisely what my incessant
mental efforts were strained to expel from the idea of our human life.
The individual's freedom was my tenet of faith; but pity pleaded for him
that he was well-nigh irresponsible, was shamefully sinned against
at his birth, one who could charge the Gods with vindictiveness, and
complain of the persecution of natal Furies. My aunt Dorothy advised me
to take him under my charge, and sell his house and furniture, make him
live in bachelor chambers with his faithful waiting-woman and a single
manservant.

'He will want money even to do that,' I remarked.

She murmured, 'Is there not some annual income paid to him?'

Her quick delicacy made her redden in alluding so closely to his
personal affairs, and I loved her for the nice feeling. 'It was not
much,' I said. The miserable attempt to repair the wrongs done to him
with this small annuity angered me--and I remembered, little pleased,
the foolish expectations he founded on this secret acknowledgement of
the justice of his claims. 'We won't talk of it,' I pursued. 'I wish he
had never touched it. I shall interdict him.'

'You would let him pay his debts with it, Harry?'

'I am not sure, aunty, that he does not incur a greater debt by
accepting it.'

'One's wish would be, that he might not ever be in need of it.'

'Ay, or never be caring to find the key of it.'

'That must be waste of time,' she said.

I meant something else, but it was useless to tell her so.

CHAPTER XLI. COMMENCEMENT OF THE SPLENDOURS AND PERPLEXITIES OF MY FATHER'S GRAND
PARADE

Janet, in reply to our inquiries as to the condition of the squire's
temper, pointed out in the newspaper a notification of a grand public
Ball to be given by my father, the first of a series of three, and
said that the squire had seen it and shrugged. She thought there was no
positive cause for alarm, even though my father should fail of his word;
but expressed her view decidedly, that it was an unfortunate move to
bring him between the squire and me, and so she blamed Captain Bulsted.
This was partly for the reason that the captain and his wife, charmed
by my father, were for advocating his merits at the squire's table: our
ingenuity was ludicrously taxed to mystify him on the subject of their
extravagant eulogies. They told him they had been invited, and wer