But you must have been wrapped up in yourself with a vengeance if you don't remember to have heard me speak of my aunt--Sarah." "Well, well, it may be so," murmured the Captain, almost apologetically.

"Your aunt Sarah?
Ah, to be sure; I have some recollection: is she your father's sister ?" "No; she's the sister of my maternal grandmother--a great-aunt, you know.

She has a comfortable little place down at Dorking, and I can get free quarters there whenever I like; so as you don't particularly want me just now, I think I'll run down to her for a week or two." The Captain had no objection to offer to this very natural desire on the part of his adopted son; nor did he concern himself as to the young man's motive for leaving London..