wife's portrait is
placed in the drawing-room because it was painted by Kneller. She was
handsome too, and married again a nobleman, whose portrait, of course,
was not in the family collection. Here there was a gap in chronological
arrangement, the lieutenant's heir being an infant; but in the time
of George II. another Travers appeared as the governor of a West India
colony. His son took part in a very different movement of the age. He is
represented old, venerable, with white hair, and underneath his
effigy is inscribed, "Follower of Wesley." His successor completes the
collection. He is in naval uniform; he is in full length, and one of his
legs is a wooden one. He is Captain, R.N., and inscribed, "Fought under
Nelson at Trafalgar." That portrait would have found more dignified
place in the reception-rooms if the face had not been forbiddingly ugly,
and the picture itself a villanous daub.

"I see," said Kenelm, stopping short, "why Cecilia Travers has been
reared to talk of duty as a practical interest in life. These men of a
former time seem to have lived to discharge a duty, and not to follow
the progress of the age in the chase of a money-bag,--except perhaps
one, but then to be sure he was a lawyer. Kenelm, rouse up and listen
to me; whatever we are, whether active or indolent, is not my favourite
maxim a just and a true one; namely, 'A good man does good by living'?
But, for that, he must be a harmony and not a discord. Kenelm, you lazy
dog, we must pack up."

Kenelm then refilled his portmanteau, and labelled and directed it to
Exmundham, after which he wrote these three notes:--

NOTE I.

TO THE MARCHIONESS OF GLENALVON.

MY DEAR FRIEND AND MONITRESS,--I have left your last letter a month
unanswered. I could not reply to your congratulations on the event of my
attaining the age of twenty-one. That event is a conventional sham,
and you know how I abhor shams and conventions. The truth is that I am
either much younger than twenty-one or much older. As to all designs on
my peace in standing for our county at the next election, I wished to
defeat them, and I have done so; and now I have commenced a course of
travel. I had intended on starting to confine it to my native country.
Intentions are mutable. I am going abroad. You shall hear of my
whereabout. I write this from the house of Leopold Travers, who, I
understand from his fair daughter, is a connection of yours; a man to be
highly esteemed and cordia