That you were a born Sandal, was a great joy to him, for he loved your father and your grandfather; and, when Harry came, he loved him also, and he liked well to see you two on the fells together.

Often he called me to come and look at you going off with your rods or guns; and often he said, 'Both fine lads, Ducie, but our Steve is the finer.'" "Oh, mother, I cannot take Harry's place! I love Harry, and I did not know how much until this hour"-- "Stop a bit, Stephen.

When Harry grew up, and went into the army, your grandfather wasn't so satisfied with what he had done.

'Here's a fine property going to sharpers and tailors and Italian singing-women,' he used to say; and he felt baddish about it.

And yet he loved Squire William, as he had loved his father, and Mistress Alice and Harry and Sophia and Charlotte; why, he thought of them like his own flesh and blood.