other, you know, has just been----"

"For shame, for shame!"

"Oh! it ain't pleasant, I confess, to be se----"

"Do you mean that a grandson of Henry Esmond, the master of this house,
has been here, and none of you have offered him hospitality?"

"Since we didn't know it, and he is staying at the Castles?" interposes
Will.

"That he is staying at the Inn, and you are sitting there!" cries the old
lady. "This is too bad--call somebody to me. Get me my hood--I'll go to
the boy myself. Come with me this instant, my Lord Castlewood."

The young man rose up, evidently in wrath. "Madame the Baroness of
Bernstein," he said, "your ladyship is welcome to go; but as for me, I
don't choose to have such words as 'shameful' applied to my conduct. I
won't go and fetch the young gentleman from Virginia, and I propose to
sit here and finish this bowl of punch. Eugene! Don't Eugene me, madam. I
know her ladyship has a great deal of money, which you are desirous
should remain in our amiable family. You want it more than I do. Cringe
for it--I won't." And he sank back in his chair.

The Baroness looked at the family, who held their heads down, and then at
my lord, but this time without any dislike. She leaned over to him and
said rapidly in German, "I had unright when I said the Colonel was the
only man of the family. Thou canst, if thou willest, Eugene." To which
remark my lord only bowed.