acknowledged, in reply to my father's greeting, that he had travelled
third class. Of course, none of my family ever go anything but first
class; even the servants go second. My father was really angry when
he said he had walked up from the station.

"A nice spectacle for my tenants and my tradesmen! To see my--my--a
kinsman of my house, howsoever remote, trudging like a tramp on the
road to my estate! Why, my avenue is two miles and a perch! No
wonder you are filthy and insolent!" Rupert--really, I cannot call
him cousin here--was exceedingly impertinent to my father.

"I walked, sir, because I had no money; but I assure you I did not
mean to be insolent. I simply came here because I wished to ask your
advice and assistance, not because you are an important person, and
have a long avenue--as I know to my cost--but simply because you are
one of my trustees."

"YOUR trustees, sirrah!" said my father, interrupting him. "Your
trustees?"

"I beg your pardon, sir," he said, quite quietly. "I meant the
trustees of my dear mother's will."

"And what, may I ask you," said father, "do you want in the way of
advice from one of the trustees of your dear mother's will?" Rupert
got very red, and was going to say something rude--I knew it from his
look--but he stopped, and said in the same gentle way:

"I want your advice, sir, as to the best way of doing something which
I wish to do, and, as I am under age, cannot do myself. It must be