erty that goes with the title.
And of course you would at once take up your abode in the castle! You
will find in the earl's papers many proofs, I imagine, that his son has
no claim. I would have a deed of gift drawn up, but would rather you
seemed to come in by natural succession. We are not bound to tell the
world everything; we are only bound to be able without shame to tell it
everything. And then I shall have a favour to ask: Morven House, down
in the town, is of no great use to you: let me rent it of you. I should
like to live there and have a school, with Davie for my first pupil.
When we get another, we will try to make a man of him too. We will not
care so much about making a great scholar, or a great anything of him,
but a true man. We will try to help the whole man of him into the
likeness of the one man."

Here Mr. Graeme broke in.

"You will never make a living that way!" he said.

Donal opened his eyes and looked at him. Like one convicted and
ashamed, the eyes of the man of business fell before those of the man
of God.

"Ah," said Donal, "you have not an idea, Mr. Graeme, on how little I
could live!--Here, you had better take the will," he added, pulling it
from his pocket.

Mr. Graeme hesitated.

"If you would rather not, I will keep it. I would throw it in the fire,
but either you or I must keep it for a time as against all chances."

Mr. Graeme took it.

That night the earl died.

Donal wrote to Percy that his father was dead. Two days after, he
appeared. The new earl met him in the hall.

"Mr. Graeme," said Percy,--

"I am lord Morven, Mr. Graeme," returned his lordship.

The fellow said an evil word, turned on his heel, and left them to bury
his father without him.

The funeral over, the earl turned to Donal and looked him in the face:
they walked back to the castle arm in arm, and from that moment were as
brothers.

Earl Hector did nothing of importance without consulting Donal, and
Donal had the more influence both with landlord and tenants that he had
no interest in the property.

The same week he left the castle, and took possession of Morven House.
The people said Mr. Grant had played his cards well: had they known
what he had really done, they would have called him a born idiot.

Davie, to whom no calamity could be overwhelming so long as he had Mr.
Grant, accompanied him gladly, more than content to live with him till
he went to college, whither the earl wished to send hi