were alike to him.

"I should have thought you would prefer finding out Forder in his
chambers, or going to one of the theatres."

"As you please," said Harry; "but Flora seems to want us, and I should
rather like to see what sort of company she keeps."

Since Harry was impervious to shyness, Norman submitted, and George took
them to a wonder-worker in cloth, who undertook that full equipments
should await the young gentleman. Harry next despatched his business at
the Admiralty, and was made very happy by tidings of his friend Owen's
safe arrival in America.

Thence the brothers went to Eton, where home letters had been more
regarded; and Dr. May having written to secure a holiday for the objects
of their visit, they were met at the station by the two boys. Hector's
red face and prominent light eyebrows were instantly recognised; but, as
to Tom, Harry could hardly believe that the little, dusty, round-backed
grub be had left had been transformed into the well-made gentlemanlike
lad before him, peculiarly trim and accurate in dress, even to the
extent of as much foppery as Eton taste permitted.

Ten minutes had not passed before Tom, taking a survey of the newcomer,
began to exclaim at Norman, for letting him go about such a figure; and,
before they knew what was doing, they had all been conducted into the
shop of the "only living man who knew how to cut hair." Laughing and
good-natured, Harry believed his hair was "rather long," allowed himself
to be seated, and to be divested of a huge superfluous mass of sun-dried
curls, which Tom, particularly resenting that "rather long," kept on
taking up, and unrolling from their tight rings, to measure the number
of inches.

"That is better," said he, as they issued from the shop; "but, as to
that coat of yours, the rogue who made it should never make another.
Where could you have picked it up?"

"At a shop at Auckland," said Harry, much amused.

"Kept by a savage?" said Tom, to whom it was no laughing matter. "See
that seam!"

"Have done, May!" exclaimed Hector. "He will think you a tailor's
apprentice!"

"Or worse," said Norman. "Rivers's tailor kept all strictures to
himself."

Tom muttered that he only wanted Harry to be fit to be seen by the
fellows.

"The fellows are not such asses as you!" cried Hector. "You don't
deserve that he should come to see you. If my--"

There poor Hector broke off. If his own only brother had been walking
beside him, how would h