Now my poor brother, the judge, is dead and gone, I find Mr.Rotherham more and more necessary to me." "Oh! dear Sir Wycherly--Mr.Wychecombe--Lieutenant Wychecombe, I mean--the young officer from Virginia--he who was so desperately wounded--in whose recovery we all took so deep an interest--" "Well--what of him, child ?--you surely do not mean to put him on a level with Mr.Rotherham, in the way of religious consolation--and, as for anything else, there is no consanguinity between the Wychecombes of Virginia and my family.

He may be a _filius nullius_ of the Wychecombes of Wychecombe-Regis, Herts, but has no connection with those of Wychecombe-Hall, Devonshire." "There--there--the cliff!--the cliff!" added Mildred, unable, for the moment, to be more explicit.
As the girl pointed towards the precipice, and looked the very image of horror, the good-hearted old baronet began to get some glimpses of the truth; and, by means of a few words with Dutton, soon knew quite as much as his two companions.

Descending from his pony with surprising activity for one of his years, Sir Wycherly was soon on his feet, and a sort of confused consultation between the three succeeded.

Neither liked to approach the cliff, which was nearly perpendicular at the extremity of the head-land, and was always a trial to the nerves of those who shrunk from standing on the verge of precipices.

They stood like persons paralyzed, until Dutton, ashamed of his weakness, and recalling the thousand lessons in coolness and courage he had received in his own manly profession, made a movement towards advancing to the edge of the cliff, in order to ascertain the real state of the case.