ee those dogs," cries William.

The organist had played the little congregation out into the sunshine.
Only Sir Francis Esmond, temp. Jac. I., still knelt on his marble
hassock, before his prayer-book of stone. Mr. Sampson came out of his
vestry in his cassock, and nodded to the gentlemen still lingering in
the great pew.

"Come up, and tell us about those dogs," says Mr. William, and the
divine nodded a laughing assent.

The gentlemen passed out of the church into the gallery of their house,
which connected them with that sacred building. Mr. Sampson made his
way through the court, and presently joined them. He was presented by my
lord to the Virginian cousin of the family, Mr. Warrington: the chaplain
bowed very profoundly, and hoped Mr. Warrington would benefit by the
virtuous example of his European kinsmen. Was he related to Sir Miles
Warrington of Norfolk? Sir Miles was Mr. Warrington's father's elder
brother. What a pity he had a son! 'Twas a pretty estate, and Mr.
Warrington looked as if he would become a baronetcy, and a fine estate
in Norfolk.

"Tell me about my uncle," cried Virginian Harry.

"Tell us about those dogs!" said English Will, in a breath.

"Two more jolly dogs, two more drunken dogs, saving your presence, Mr.
Warrington, than Sir Miles and his son, I never saw. Sir Miles was a
staunch friend and neighbour of Sir Robert's. He can drink down any man
in the county, except his son and a few more. The other dogs about which
Mr. William is anxious, for Heaven hath made him a prey to dogs and all
kinds of birds, like the Greeks in the Iliad----"

"I know that line in the Iliad," says Harry, blushing. "I only know five
more, but I know that one." And his head fell. He was thinking, "Ah, my
dear brother George knew all the Iliad and all the Odyssey, and almost
every book that was ever written besides!"

"What on earth" (only he mentioned a place under the earth) "are you
talking about now?" asked Will of his reverence.

The chaplain reverted to the dogs and their performance. He thought Mr.
William's dogs were more than a match for them. From dogs they went off
to horses. Mr. William was very eager about the Six Year Old Plate at
Huntingdon. "Have you brought any news of it, Parson?"

"The odds are five to four on Brilliant against the field," says the
parson, gravely, "but, mind you, Jason is a good horse."

"Whose horse?" asks my lord.

"Duke of Ancaster's. By Cartouche out of Miss Langley