Vipont. I should have told you my name,--Morley; George Vipont Morley."

Mrs. Crane made a profound courtesy, and, with an unmistakable smile of
satisfaction, said, as if half in soliloquy, "So it is to one of that
noble family--to a Vipont--that the dear child will owe her restoration
to my embrace! Bless you, sir!"

"I hope I have done right," said George Vipont Morley, as he mounted his
horse. "I must have done right, surely!" he said again, when he was on
the high road. "I fear I have not done right," he said a third time, as
the face of Mrs. Crane began to haunt him; and when at sunset he reached
his home, tired out, horse and man, with an unusually long ride, and the
green water-bank on which he had overheard poor Waife's simple grace and
joyous babble came in sight, "After all," he said dolefully, "it was no
business of mine."

"I meant well; but--" His little sister ran to the gate to greet him.
"Yes, I did quite right. How should I like my sister to be roving the
country, and acting at Literary Institutes 'with a poodle dog? Quite
right; kiss me, Jane!"




CHAPTER XVIII.

Let a king and a beggar converse freely together, and it is the
beggar's fault if he does not say something which makes the king
lift his hat to him.