He is your friend--he is my son.

He has kindness of heart and vivacity of talent; and yet----" "Dearest lady," said Peveril, "why will you distress yourself with fixing your eye on deficiencies which arise rather from a change of times and manners, than any degeneracy of my noble friend?
Let him be once engaged in his duty, whether in peace or war, and let me pay the penalty if he acquits not himself becoming his high station." "Ay," replied the Countess; "but when will the call of duty prove superior to that of the most idle or trivial indulgence which can serve to drive over the lazy hour?
His father was of another mould; and how often was it my lot to entreat that he would spare, from the rigid discharge of those duties which his high station imposed, the relaxation absolutely necessary to recruit his health and his spirits!" "Still, my dearest lady," said Peveril, "you must allow, that the duties to which the times summoned your late honoured lord, were of a more stirring, as well as a more peremptory cast, than those which await your son." "I know not that," said the Countess.

"The wheel appears to be again revolving; and the present period is not unlikely to bring back such scenes as my young years witnessed .-- Well, be it so; they will not find Charlotte de la Tremouille broken in spirit, though depressed by years.
It was even on this subject I would speak with you, my young friend.
Since our first early acquaintance--when I saw your gallant behaviour as I issued forth to your childish eye, like an apparition, from my place of concealment in your father's castle--it has pleased me to think you a true son of Stanley and Peveril.

I trust your nurture in this family has been ever suited to the esteem in which I hold you .-- Nay, I desire no thanks .-- I have to require of you, in return, a piece of service, not perhaps entirely safe to yourself, but which, as times are circumstanced, no person is so well able to render to my house." "You have been ever my good and noble lady," answered Peveril, "as well as my kind, and I may say maternal, protectress.

You have a right to command the blood of Stanley in the veins of every one--You have a thousand rights to command it in mine."[*] [*] The reader cannot have forgotten that the Earl of Derby was head of the great house of Stanley.
"My advices from England," said the Countess, "resemble more the dreams of a sick man, than the regular information which I might have expected from such correspondents as mine;--their expressions are like those of men who walk in their sleep, and speak by snatches of what passes in their dreams.