"But what--what? What can you do?"

"I do not yet know."

"You see it is of no use. We shall only get into a scrape with all
the gentlemen of the county."

"Never mind now, Eustace," said Harold, briefly. But I knew the
expression of his face by this time quite well enough to be certain
that nothing would make him abandon the cause of his father's old
friend; and that his silence was full of the strongest determination.
I think it fascinated me, and though in my cooler senses I reverted
to my old notion of Prometesky as a dangerous firebrand, I could not
help feeling for and with the youth whose soul was set on delivering
his friend from exile.

My turn came the next morning, before Mr. Prosser went away. He had
much to say against my making Arghouse my home, telling me that I had
a full independence and could live where I pleased; but that I knew
already, and had decided on the amount I ought to pay towards the
housekeeping.

Then he wanted me to understand how the young men were looked upon,
and the dread all the neighbourhood had of them. I said I had shared
this dread, but on better acquaintance I found it quite undeserved,
and this being the case it was incumbent on their only relation to
stand by them, and not shun them as if they had brought the leprosy.

This he allowed, calling it a generous feeling, if they were worthy
of it. But what greatly amazed me was his rejoicing that Eustace had