incoherencies, until the landlord, the drawer, the hostler, and all the
folks of the kitchen were brought to lead him away. After which Harry
Warrington closed his tent round him in sulky wrath, and, no doubt,
finally went fast to sleep.


My landlord was very much more obsequious on the next morning when he met
his young guest, having now fully learned his name and quality. Other
messengers had come from the castle on the previous night to bring both
the young gentlemen home, and poor Mr. William, it appeared, had returned
in a wheelbarrow, being not altogether unaccustomed to that mode of
conveyance. "He never remembers nothin' about it the next day. He is of a
real kind nature, Mr. William," the landlord vowed, "and the men get
crowns and half-crowns from him by saying that he beat them overnight
when he was in liquor. He's the devil when he's tipsy, Mr. William, but
when he is sober he is the very kindest of young gentlemen."

As nothing is unknown to writers of biographies of the present kind, it
may be as well to state what had occurred within the walls of Castlewood
House, whilst Harry Warrington was without, awaiting some token of
recognition from his kinsmen. On their arrival at home the family had
found the paper on which the lad's name was inscribed, and his appearance
occasioned a little domestic council. My Lord Castlewood supposed that
must have been the young gentleman whom they had seen on the bridge, and
as they had not drowned him they must invite him. Let a man go down with
the proper messages, let a servant carry a note. Lady Fanny thought it
would be more civil if one of the brothers would go to their kinsman,
especially considering the original greeting which they had given. Lord
Castlewood had not the slightest objection to his brother William going--
yes, William should go. Upon this Mr. William said (with a yet stronger