I'm glad Vernon's escaped his influence now; he's too fine a boy to be made as bad as the general run of them.

What a brilliant little fellow he is; just like his brother." "Just like what his brother _was_," said Owen; "his face, like his mind, has suffered lately." "Too true," answered Montagu, with a sigh; "and yet, cool as we now are in our outward intercourse, he little knows how I love him, and yearn for the Eric I once knew.

Would to God poor Russell had lived, and then I believe that Williams wouldn't have gone so for wrong." "Well, I think there's another chance for him now that--that--what name is bad enough, for that Brigson ?--is gone." "I hope so.

But"-- he added after a pause--"his works do follow him.

Look there!" He took a large stone and threw it into the Silverburn stream; there was a great splash, and then ever-widening circles of blue ripple broke the surface of the water, dying away one by one in the sedges on the bank.