'I don't know what Porlock would do; he's always quarrelling with my
uncle, I know. I only spoke of myself; I never quarrelled with my
father, and I hope I never shall.'

'All right, my lad of wax, all right. I dare say you won't be tried;
but it you are, you'll find before six months are over, that it's a
very nice thing to master of Greshamsbury.'

'I'm sure I shouldn't find anything of the kind.'

'Very well, so be it. You wouldn't do as young Hatherly did, at
Hatherly Court, in Gloucestershire, when his father kicked the bucket.
You know Hatherly, don't you?'

'No; I never saw him.'

'He's Sir Frederick now, and has, or had, one of the finest fortunes in
England, for a commoner; the most of it is gone now. Well, when he
heard of his governor's death, he was in Paris, but he went off to
Hatherly as fast as special train and post-horses would carry him, and
got there just in time for the funeral. As he came back to Hatherly
Court from the church, they were putting up the hatchment over the
door, and Master Fred saw that the undertakers had put at the bottom
"Resurgam". You know what that means?'

'Oh, yes,' said Frank.

'"I'll come back again."' said the Honourable John, construing the
Latin for the benefit of his cousin. '"NO," said Fred Hatherly,