And that is just what I am not," said Harold.

"I cannot understand! I have heard Miss Woolmer talk of poor Ambrose's
beautiful child, several months older than Eustace's, and his name was
Harold."

"Yes," said Harold, "but that one died on the voyage out, an hour or
two before I was born. He was Harold Stanislas. I have no second
name."

"And I always was the eldest," reiterated Eustace, hardly yet
understanding what it involved.

All the needful documents had been preserved and brought home. There
was the extract from the captain's log recording the burial at sea of
Harold Stanislas Alison, aged fifteen months, and the certificate of
baptism by a colonial clergyman of Harold, son of Ambrose and Alice
Alison, while Eustace was entered in the Northchester register, having
been born in lodgings, as Mr. Prosser well recollected, while his poor
young father lay under sentence of death.

It burst on him at last. "Do you mean that I have got it, and not you?"

"That's about it," said Harold. "Never mind, Eu, it will all come to
the same thing in the end."

"You have none of it!"

"Not an acre. It all goes together; but don't look at me in that way.
There's Boola Boola, you know."

"You're not going back there to leave me?" exclaimed Eustace, with a
real sound of dismay, laying hold of his arm.

"Not just yet, at any rate," said Harold.

"No, no; nor at all," reiterated Eustace, and then, satisfied by the
absence of contradiction, which did, in fact, mean a good deal from the
silent Harold, he began to discover his own accession of dignity. "Then
it all belongs to me. I am master. I am squire--Eustace Alison,
Esquire, of Arghouse. How well it sounds. Doesn't it, Harry, doesn't
it, Lucy? Uncle Smith always said I was the one cut out for high life.
Besides, I've been presented, and have been to a ball at Government
House."

I saw that Mr. Prosser was a little overcome with amusement, and I
wanted to make my retreat and carry off Dora, but she had perched on
her favourite post--Harold's knee--and I was also needed to witness
Eustace's signatures, as well as on some matters connected with my own
property. So I stayed, and saw that he did indeed seem lost without
his cousin's help. Neither knew anything about business of this kind,
but Harold readily understood what made Eustace so confused, that he
was quite helpless without Harold's explanations, and rather rough
directions what he was to do. How l