nd be to me as a brother might. I shall expect you to do so much for
me." To this he had replied that he would come during the first week
in November.

And she got a clergyman down from London, the Rev. Joseph Emilius,
of whom it was said that he was born a Jew in Hungary, and that his
name in his own country had been Mealyus. At the present time he was
among the most eloquent of London preachers, and was reputed by some
to have reached such a standard of pulpit-oratory as to have had no
equal within the memory of living hearers. In regard to his reading
it was acknowledged that no one since Mrs. Siddons had touched him.
But he did not get on very well with any particular bishop, and there
was doubt in the minds of some people whether there was or was not
any--Mrs. Emilius. He had come up quite suddenly within the last
season, and had made church-going quite a pleasant occupation to
Lizzie Eustace.

On the last day of October, Mr. Emilius and Mr. John Eustace
came, each alone. Mrs. Carbuncle and Miss Roanoke came over with
post-horses from Ayr,--as also did Lord George and Sir Griffin about
an hour after them. Frank was not yet expected. He had promised to
name a day and had not yet named it.

"Varra weel; varra weel," Gowran had said when he was told of what
was about to occur, and was desired to make preparations necessary in
regard to the outside plenishing of the house; "nae doobt she'll do
with her ain what pleases her ainself. The mair ye poor out, the less
there'll be left in. Mr. Jo-ohn coming? I'll be glad then to see Mr.
Jo-ohn. Oo, ay; aits,--there'll be aits eneuch. And anither coo?
You'll want twa ither coos. I'll see to the coos." And Andy Gowran,
in spite of the internecine warfare which existed between him and his
mistress, did see to the hay, and the cows, and the oats, and the
extra servants that were wanted both inside and outside the house.
There was enmity between him and Lady Eustace, and he didn't care who
knew it;--but he took her wages and he did her work.

Mrs. Carbuncle was a wonderful woman. She was the wife of a man with
whom she was very rarely seen, whom nobody knew, who was something
in the City, but somebody who never succeeded in making money; and
yet she went everywhere. She had at least the reputation of going
everywhere, and did go to a great many places. Carbuncle had no
money,--so it was said; and she had none. She was the daughter of
a man who had gone to New York and had fai