Julius railed for an hour ere he finally decided that he never saw a more suspicious, unladylike, uncharitable, unchristianlike girl than Charlotte Sandal! "I am glad to get away from her a little while," he cried; "how can she be your sister, Sophia ?" So glad was he to get away, that he left before Charlotte came down in the morning.

Ann made him a cup of coffee, and received a shilling and some suave words, and was quite sure after them that "Mr.Julius was the finest gentleman that ever trod in shoe-leather." And Julius was not above being gratified with the approbation and good wishes of servants; and it gave him pleasure to leave in the little hurrah of their bows and courtesies, their smiles and their good wishes.
He went without delay straight to the small Italian village in which Harry had made his home.

Harry's letters had prepared him for trouble and poverty, but he had little idea of the real condition of the heir of Sandal-Side.

A few bare rooms in some dilapidated palace, grim with faded magnificence, comfortless and dull, was the kind of place he expected.

He found him in a small cottage surrounded by a barren, sandy patch of ground overgrown with neglected vines and vagabond weeds.