"I was sure you would agree with me, Miss Galindo," said my lady. "You
and I can remember how this talk about education--Rousseau, and his
writings--stirred up the French people to their Reign of Terror, and all
those bloody scenes."

"I'm afraid that Rousseau and Mr. Gray are birds of a feather," replied
Miss Galindo, shaking her head. "And yet there is some good in the young
man too. He sat up all night with Billy Davis, when his wife was fairly
worn out with nursing him."

"Did he, indeed!" said my lady, her face lighting up, as it always did
when she heard of any kind or generous action, no matter who performed
it. "What a pity he is bitten with these new revolutionary ideas, and is
so much for disturbing the established order of society!"

When Miss Galindo went, she left so favourable an impression of her visit
on my lady, that she said to me with a pleased smile--

"I think I have provided Mr. Horner with a far better clerk than he would
have made of that lad Gregson in twenty years. And I will send the lad
to my lord's grieve, in Scotland, that he may be kept out of harm's way."

But something happened to the lad before this purpose could be
accomplished.




CHAPTER X.