We are all afraid of her: even my elder brother stands in awe of her, and my stepmother is much more obedient to her than she ever was to my papa, whom she ruled with a rod of iron.

But Castlewood is merrier when our aunt is not here.

At least we have much more company.

You will come to us in our gay days, Harry, won't you?
Of course you will: this is your home, sir.

I was so pleased--oh, so pleased--when my brother said he considered it was your home!" A soft hand is held out after this pretty speech, a pair of very well preserved blue eyes look exceedingly friendly.