ding to the world's ways that was fair enough. He, who is sore at
the little respect you have paid him, takes any ground of offence rather
than that. Being sore at heart, he believes anything. This young
Scarborough in some way gets hold of him, and makes him accept this
cock-and-bull story. If you had sat there punctual all those Sunday
evenings, do you think he would have believed it then?"

"And I have got to pay such a penalty as this?" The rector could only
shrug his shoulders. He was not disposed to scold his son. It was not
the custom of the house that Harry should be scolded. He was a fellow of
his college and the heir to Buston, and was therefore considered to be
out of the way of scolding. But the rector felt that his son had made
his bed and must now lie on it, and Harry was aware that this was his
father's feeling.

For two or three days he wandered about the country very down in the
mouth. The natural state of ovation in which the girls existed was in
itself an injury to him. How could he join them in their ovation, he who
had suffered so much? It seemed to be heartless that they should smile
and rejoice when he,--the head of the family, as he had been taught to
consider himself,--was being so cruelly ill-used. For a day or two he
hated Thoroughbung, though Thoroughbung was all that was kind to him. He
congratulated him with cold congratulations, and afterward kept out of
his way. "Remember, Harry, that up to Christmas you can always have one
of the nags. There's Belladonna and Orange Peel. I think you'd find the
mare a little the faster, though perhaps the horse is the bigger
jumper." "Oh, thank you!" said Harry, and passed on. Now, Thoroughbung
was fond of his horses, and liked to have them talked about, and he knew
that Harry Annesley was treating him badly. But he was a good-humored
fellow, and he bore it without complaint. He did not even say a cross
word to Molly. Molly, however, was not so patient. "You might be a
little more gracious when he's doing the best he can for you. It is not
every one who will lend you a horse to hunt for two months." Harry shook
his head, and wandered away miserable through the fields, and would not
in these days even set his foot upon the soil of the park. "He was not
going to intrude any farther," he said to the rector. "You can come to
church, at any rate," his father said, "for he certainly will not be
there while you are at the parsonage." Oh yes, Harry would go to th