education and habits make that his place?"

"Oh, but they do not."

"It seems to me they do, if you will pardon me. This fellow has never
been in any gentleman's society, except your father's."

"He will be a gentleman himself, in all essentials, one day, Mr. St.
Leger. There is the difference. The capability is in him, and the
ambition, and the independent and generous feeling. The foundations are
all there."

"I'll confess the house when I see it."

"Ay, but you must in the meantime do nothing to hinder its building."

"Why must not I?" said Lawrence, laughing. "It is not my part to lay
hold on a trowel and be a social mason. Still less is it yours."

"Oh, there you are wrong. I think it is everybody's part."

"Do you? But fancy, what a dreadful thing life would be in that way.
Perpetual rubbish and confusion. And pardon me--can you pardon
me?--that is my idea of America."

"I do not think it is a just one," said Dolly, as Rupert now drew near
again.

"Is there not perpetual building going on there, of this kind as well
as of the more usual?"

"Perhaps. I was very young when I left home. But what then?"

"Nothing. I have a preference for order and quiet, and things in their
places."

"At that rate, you know," said Dolly, "nothing would ever have been
built anywhere. I grant you, the order and quiet are pleasant when your
own house is all that you desire. But don't you want to see your
neighbour's house come up?"

"No," said Lawrence, laughing. "I have a better prospect from my
windows if he remains as he is."

CHAPTER XVIII.

A SQUARE PARTY.

The passage was stormy and long. Mrs. Copley and her daughter were both
soon fully occupied with attending to their own sensations; and neither
Rupert nor Lawrence had any more power to annoy them till they reached
quiet water again. But even in the depths of sea misery, Dolly's deeper
distress broke forth. "My father! my father! What shall I do to save my
father!" she was crying in her heart; all the while with a sense that
every hour was bringing her further from him and from the chance of
saving him.

Still, Dolly was seventeen; and at seventeen one cannot be always cast
down; and when rough water and troubled skies, and ship noises and
smells, were all left behind, as it seemed, in the German ocean, and
Dolly found herself one morning in the hotel at Rotterdam, eating a
very good breakfast, her spirits sprang up in spite of herself. The
retiring w