no way remarkable for manly beauty. In stature, he
hardly reached the middle height; and young as he was, either bad habit
or physical weakness had so affected the upper part of his figure that
he stooped. But with these, and other disadvantages, there was something
in his eyes, and in his smile--the outward expression perhaps of all
that was modestly noble in his nature--so irresistible in its attractive
influence that men, women, and children felt the charm alike. Inside of
the house, and outside of the house, everybody was fond of Randal; even
Mrs. Presty included.

"Have you seen a new face among us, since you returned?" were his
sister-in-law's first words. Randal answered that he had seen Miss
Westerfield. The inevitable question followed. What did he think of her?
"I'll tell you in a week or two more," he replied.

"No! tell me at once."

"I don't like trusting my first impression; I have a bad habit of
jumping to conclusions."

"Jump to a conclusion to please me. Do you think she's pretty?"

Randal smiled and looked away. "Your governess," he replied, "looks
out of health, and (perhaps for that reason) strikes me as being
insignificant and ugly. Let us see what our fine air and our easy life
here will do for her. In so young a woman as she is, I am prepared
for any sort of transformation. We may be all admiring pretty Miss
Westerfield before another month is over our heads.--Have any letters
come for me while I have been away?"

He went into the library and returned with his letters. "This will amuse
Kitty," he said, handing his sister-in-law the illustrated New York
newspaper, to which she had already referred in speaking to her husband.

Mrs. Linley examined the engravings--and turned back again to look once
more at an illustration which had interested her. A paragraph on the
same page caught her attention. She had hardly glanced at the first
words before a cry of alarm escaped her. "Dreadful news for Miss
Westerfield!" she exclaimed. "Read it, Randal."

He read these words:

"The week's list of insolvent traders includes an Englishman named James
Bellbridge, formerly connected with a disreputable saloon in this city.
Bellbridge is under suspicion of having caused the death of his wife in
a fit of delirium tremens. The unfortunate woman had been married,
for the first time, to one of the English aristocracy--the Honorable
Roderick Westerfield--whose trial for casting away a ship under his
command