I shall trouble myself no more about him." "He was only about a year older than my oldest uncle," proceeded Laura, "for grandmother married at seventeen." Brandon looked again.

Something in the two pictures reminded him of the portraits of the Flambourgh family.

They had evidently been done by the same artist.

Each youth had something under his left arm, each was turning his face slightly, and they both looked the same way.

Young Daniel Mortimer was so placed that his quiet eyes seemed to be always regarding the hearth, now empty of warmth.