honor, his courage, his truth. Both felt that some sons would
have carefully concealed such a love affair from them. They were
proud of his candor and integrity, although deploring his folly.

"Tell us all about it, Ronald," said Lady Earle.

Without the least hesitation, Ronald told them every word; and
despite their vexation, neither could help smiling--it was such
a pretty story--a romance, all sunshine, smiles, tears, and
flowers. Lord Earle's face cleared as he listened, and he laid
one hand on his boy's shoulder.

"Ronald," said he, "we shall disagree about your love; but
remember, I do full justice to your truth. After all, the fault
is my own. I might have known that a young fellow of your age,
left all alone, was sure to get into mischief; you have done so.
Say no more now; I clearly and distinctly refuse my consent. I
appeal to your honor that you meet this young girl no more. We
will talk of it another time."

When the door closed behind him, Lord and Lady Earle looked at
each other. The lady's face was pale and agitated.

"Oh, Rupert," she said, "how brave and noble he is! Poor foolish
boy! How proud he looked of his absurd mistake. We shall have
trouble with him, I foresee!"

"I do not think so," replied her husband. "Valentine Charteris
will be here soon, and when Ronald sees her he will forget this
rustic beauty."