I can only say that Captain Whitney is a gentleman with whom anyone here, or in the old country, would be glad to associate.

I may say that when he came here, three or four months ago, my friend Mr.Hudson--one of the leading men in the colony--wrote to me, saying that Captain Whitney was one of his most intimate friends, that he was in every respect a good fellow, and that he himself was under a lifelong obligation to him; for he had, at the risk of his life, when on the way out, saved that of his daughter when she was attacked by a mad Malay at the Cape.
"More than that, I did not inquire.

It was nothing to me whether he was born a prince, or a peasant." Mrs.Donald coloured hotly, at the implied reproof of Mr.Barker's words.

She had always shared her mother's prejudices against Reuben Whitney, and she had not been long enough, in the colony, to become accustomed to the changes of position which are there so frequent.
"You do not understand, Mr.Barker," she said pettishly.

"It was not only that he was a boy employed in the family.