days among his own people."

"Is he ill, then?"

"I can't gratify you so far," returned Frank; "he is a fine old
fellow of sixty-five. Just what humbugging papers call a regular
specimen of an old English gentleman," he added to Cecil.

"Humbugging indeed, I should hope," muttered Julius. "The old
English gentleman has reason to complain!"

"There's the charity of the clergy!" exclaimed Frank. "No
forgiveness for a man who has spent a little in his youth!"

"As an essential of the old English gentleman?" asked Julius.

"At any rate, the poor old fellow has been punished enough," said
Charlie.

"But what is it? Tell me all about it," said Cecil. "I am sure my
father would not wish me to associate with dissipated people."

"Ah! Cecil," said Rosamond. "You'll have to take refuge with the
military, after all!"

"It is just this," said Charlie. "Sir Harry and his only son were
always extravagant, one as bad as the other--weren't they, Julius?
Phil Bowater told me all about it, and how Tom Vivian lost fifteen
thousand pounds one Derby Day, and was found dead in his chambers
the next morning, they said from an over-dose of chloroform for