which had been
her boy's treasure, had been hung by Fanny in her odd little
bedroom, and she had protested with tears that it would seem like
her boy calling her back if she were tempted again.

"Not that I trust much to that," said Julius. "Poor Fanny is soft,
and likes to produce an effect; but I believe there is sterling
stuff in Drake."

"And he never had a chance before," said Herbert.

"No. Which makes a great difference--all indeed between the
Publicans, or the Heathens, and the Pharisees. He can't read, and I
doubt whether he said the words rightly after me; but I am sure he
meant them."

"I suppose all this has done great good?" said Jenny.

"It will be our fault if it do not do permanent good. It ought,"
said Julius, gravely. "No, no, Herbert, I did not mean to load you
with the thought. Getting well is your business for the present--
not improving the occasion to others."

To which all that Herbert answered was, "Harry Hornblower!" as if
that name spoke volumes of oppression of mind.

That discussion, however, was hindered by Mrs. Hornblower's own
arrival with one of her lodger's numerous meals, and Julius went off
to luncheon. The next step on the stairs made Herbert start and
exclaim, "That's the dragoon! Come in, Phil."

And there did indeed stand the eldest brother, who had obtained a
few days' leave, as he told them, and had ridden over from Strawyers
after church. He came in with elaborate caution in his great muddy
boots, and looked at Herbert like a sort of natural curiosity,
exclaiming that he only wanted a black cap and a pair of bands to be
exactly like Bishop Bowater, a Caroline divine, with a meek, oval,
spiritual face, and a great display of delicate attenuated fingers,
the length of which had always been a doubt and marvel to his sturdy
descendants.

"Hands and all," quoth Philip; "and what are you doing with them?"
as he spied a Greek Testament in the fingers, and something far too
ponderous for them within reach. "Jenny, how dare you?" he
remonstrated, poising the bigger book as if to heave it at her head.
"That's what comes of your encouraging followers, eh?"

"Ah!" said Jenny, pretending to dodge the missile, while Rollo
exercised great forbearance in stifling a bark, "Greek is not quite
so severe to some folks as dragoon captains think."

"Severe or not he might let it alone," said Phil, looking much
disposed to wrest away the little book, which Herbert thrust und