against it. But when one man stands single-handed against our march, we
do not despise him; it is enough to crush. I am very glad I did not see
Louis Grayle when I was a girl of sixteen." Again she paused a moment,
and resumed: "Louis Grayle was the only son of a usurer, infamous for the
rapacity with which he had acquired enormous wealth. Old Grayle desired
to rear his heir as a gentleman; sent him to Eton. Boys are always
aristocratic; his birth was soon thrown in his teeth; he was fierce; he
struck boys bigger than himself,--fought till he was half killed. My
father was at school with him; described him as a tiger-whelp. One day
he--still a fag--struck a sixth-form boy. Sixth-form boys do not fight
fags; they punish them. Louis Grayle was ordered to hold out his hand to
the cane; he received the blow, drew forth his schoolboy knife, and
stabbed the punisher. After that, he left Eton. I don't think he was
publicly expelled--too mere a child for that honour--but he was taken or
sent away; educated with great care under the first masters at home. When
he was of age to enter the University, old Grayle was dead. Louis was
sent by his guardians to Cambridge, with acquirements far exceeding the
average of young men, and with unlimited command of money. My father was
at the same college, and described him again,--haughty, quarrelsome,
reckless, handsome, aspiring, brave. Does that kind of creature interest
you, my dears?" (appealing to the ladies).

"La!" said Miss Brabazon; "a horrid usurer's son!"

"Ay, true; the vulgar proverb says it is good to be born with a silver
spoon in one's mouth: so it is when one has one's own family crest on it;
ut when it is a spoon on which people recognize their family crest, and
cry out, 'Stolen from our plate chest,' it is a heritage that outlaws a
babe in his cradle. However, young men at college who want money are less
scrupulous about descent than boys at Eton are. Louis Grayle found, while