their lingers.”

Richard heard him quite coolly, and putting a hand in either pocket of
his surcoat, so as to press forward the skirts, began to whistle a
tune; but the desire to reply overcame his philosophy, and with great
heat he exclaimed:

“You may affect to smile, Judge Temple, at hereditary virtues, if you
please; but there is not a man on your Patent who don’t know better.
Here, even this young man, who has never seen anything but bears, and
deer, and woodchucks, knows better than to believe virtues are not
transmitted in families. Don’t you, friend?”

“I believe that vice is not,” said the stranger abruptly; his eye
glancing from the father to the daughter.

“The squire is right, Judge,” observed Benjamin, with a knowing nod of
his head toward Richard, that bespoke the cordiality between them,
“Now, in the old country, the king’s majesty touches for the evil, and
that is a disorder that the greatest doctor in the fleet, or for the
matter of that admiral either: can’t cure; only the king’s majesty or
a man that’s been hanged. Yes, the squire is right; for if-so-be that
he wasn’t, how is it that the seventh son always is a doctor, whether
he ships for the cockpit or not? Now when we fell in with the
mounsheers, under De Grasse, d’ye see, we hid aboard of us a doctor—”

“Very well, Benjamin,” interrupted Elizabeth, glancing her eyes from
the hunter to Monsieur Le Quoi, who was most politely attending to
what fell from each individual in succession, “you shall tell me of
that, and all your entertaining adventures together; just now, a room