"They were all alike, from old Broadbrim, the grandfather, down to this one, and back to William the Conqueror." "Like as peas in a pod," exclaimed Soolsby--"all but one, all but one, and never satisfied with what was in their own garden, but peeking, peeking beyond the hedge, and climbing and getting a fall.

That's what they've always been evermore." His words aroused the Duchess, and the air became a little colder about her-after all, the division between the classes and the masses must be kept, and the Eglingtons were no upstarts.

"You will say nothing about this till I give you leave to speak," she commanded.

"I must tell her ladyship." Soolsby drew himself up a little, nettled at her tone.

"It is your grace's place to tell her ladyship," he responded; "but I've taken ten years' savings to come to Egypt, and not to do any one harm, but good, if so be I might." The Duchess relented at once.