"I will go, if you like."

"At three o'clock, then. Oh! by the way, don't be surprised if you see
a young gentleman fishing here to-morrow."

Angela reflected to herself that she had never yet seen a young
gentleman to speak to in her life, and then asked, with undisguised
interest, who he was.

"Well, he is a sort of connection of your own, through the Prestons,
who are cousins of ours, if any of them are left. His mother was a
Preston, and his name is Arthur Preston Heigham. George told me
something about him just now, and, on thinking it over, I remember the
whole story. He is an orphan, and George's ward."

"What is he like?" asked Angela, ingenuously.

"Really I don't know; rather tall, I think--a gentlemanly fellow. It
really is a relief to speak to a gentleman again. There has been a
nice disturbance at Isleworth," and then he told his daughter the
history of the great dog fight.

"I should think Mr. Heigham was perfectly in the right, and I should
like to see his dog," was her comment on the occurrence.



As Arthur dressed himself for dinner that evening he came to the
conclusion that he disliked his host more than any man he ever saw,