"Right, young man, right; you will do in the world, wrong as that is. I
don't mean that you'll succeed, as the rogues say,--that's another
question; but if you don't rise, you'll not fall. Now put on your hat
and come with me; we'll walk to the lodge,--you will be in time for a
coach."

I took my leave of Lady Ellinor, and longed to say something about
"compliments to Miss Fanny;" but the words stuck in my throat, and my
host seemed impatient.

"We must see you soon again," said Lady Ellinor, kindly, as she followed
us to the door.

Mr. Trevanion walked on briskly and in silence, one hand in his bosom,
the other swinging carelessly a thick walkingstick.

"But I must go round by the bridge," said I, "for I forgot my knapsack.
I threw it off when I made my leap, and the old lady certainly never
took charge of it."

"Come, then, this way. How old are you?"

"Seventeen and a half."

"You know Latin and Greek as they know them at schools, I suppose?"

"I think I know them pretty well, sir."

"Does your father say so?"