day, "including Sundays"; a most unreasonable young
woman, and a thorn in her mother's flesh.

The elderly gentleman, Admiral Royce, was Lady Jane's uncle-in-law,
whose eyes were also giving him a little anxiety. He was a charming
old stoic, by no means pompous or formal, or a martinet, and
declared he remembered hearing of Barty as the naughtiest boy in the
Guards; and took an immediate fancy to him in consequence.

They had come from Brussels in the same train that had brought the
Rohans from Malines, and they all journeyed together from Verviers
to Duesseldorf in the same first-class carriage, as became English
swells of the first water--for in those days no one ever thought of
going first-class in Germany except the British aristocracy and a
few native royalties.

The divine Julia turned out as fascinating as she was fair, being
possessed of those high spirits that result from youth and health
and fancy-freedom, and no cares to speak of. She was evidently also
a very clever and accomplished young lady, absolutely without
affectation of any kind, and amiable and frolicsome to the highest
degree--a kind of younger Barty Josselin in petticoats; oddly
enough, so like him in the face she might have been his sister.

Indeed, it was a lively party that journeyed to Duesseldorf that
afternoon in that gorgeously gilded compartment, though three out of
the six were in deep mourning; the only person not quite happy being
Lady Jane, who, in addition to her trouble about her eyes (which was
really nothing to speak of), began to fidget herself miserably about
Barty Josselin; for that wretched young detrimental was evidently
beginning to ingratiate himself with the divine Julia as no young
man had ever been known to do before, keeping her in fits of
laughter, and also laughing at everything she said herself.

Alas for Lady Jane! it was to escape the attentions of a far less
dangerous detrimental, and a far less ineligible one, that she had
brought her daughter with her all the way to Riffrath--"from
Charybdis to Scylla," as we used to say at Brossard's, putting the
cart before the horse, _more Latino_!

I ought also to mention that a young Captain Graham-Reece was a
patient of Dr. Hasenclever's just then--and Captain Graham-Reece was
heir to the octogenarian Earl of Ironsides, who was one of the four
wealthiest peers in the United Kingdom, and had no direct
descendants.

When they reached Duesseldorf they all went to the