must be the heir of its honors, and
consequently of its wealth.

The duke and his brother were not much addicted to action, hardly to
reflection; but if anything could rouse them to either, it was the
reputation of the house of Denbigh. Their ideas of reputation, it is true,
were of their own forming.

The hour at length drew near when George expected a supply from the
ill-judged generosity of his mother; it came, and with a heart beating
with pleasure, the youth flew to the room of Francis with a determination
to force the whole of his twenty pounds on his acceptance. On throwing
open his door, he saw his brother evidently striving to conceal something
behind his books. It was at the hour of breakfast, and George had intended
for a novelty to share his brother's morning repast. They always met at
dinner, but the other meals were made in their own rooms. George looked in
vain for the usual equipage of the table; suspicion flashed upon him; he
threw aside the books, and a crust of bread and a glass of water met his
eye; the truth now flashed upon him in all its force.

"Francis, my brother, to what has my extravagance reduced you!" exclaimed
the contrite George with a heart nearly ready to burst. Francis endeavored
to explain, but a sacred regard to the truth held him tongue-tied, until
dropping his head on the shoulder of George, he sobbed out--

"It is a trifle; nothing to what I would do for you, my brother."

George felt all the horrors of remorse, and was much too generous to
conceal his error any longer; he wrote a circumstantial account of the
whole transaction to Lady Margaret.

Francis for a few days was a new being. He had acted nobly, his conscience
approved of his motives, and of his delicate concealment of them; he in
fact began to think there were in himself the seeds of usefulness, as his
brother, who from this moment began to understand his character better,
attached himself more closely to him.

The eye of Francis met that of George with the look of acknowledged
affection, his mind became less moody, and his face was sometimes
embellished with a smile.

The reply of their mother to the communication of George threw a damp on
the revived hopes of the senior, and drove him back into himself with
tenfold humility.

"I am shocked, my child, to find that you have lowered yourself, and
forgot the family you belong to, so much as to frequent those
gambling-houses, which ought not to be suffered in the