thus. It was a proud family - more proud, indeed, than wealthy. He had stood in danger of arrest; of bailiffs, and a jail - a vulgar jail, to which the common people with small incomes went. Gentlemen of ancient houses have no privilege of exemption from such cruel laws - unless they are of one great house, and then they have. A proud man of his stock and kindred had the means of sending him there. He offered - not indeed to pay his debts, but to let him sit for a close borough until his own son came of age, which, if he lived, would come to pass in twenty years. It was quite as good as an Insolvent Act, and infinitely more genteel. So Sir John Chester was a member of Parliament. But how Sir John? Nothing so simple, or so easy. One touch with a sword of state, and the transformation was effected. John Chester, Esquire, M.P., attended court - went up with an address - headed a deputation. Such elegance of manner, so many graces of deportment, such powers of conversation, could never pass unnoticed. Mr. was too common for such merit. A man so gentlemanly should have been - but Fortune is capricious - born a Duke: just as some dukes should have been born labourers. He caught the fancy of the king, knelt down a grub, and rose a butterfly. John Chester, Esquire, was knighted and became Sir John. »I thought when you left me this evening, my esteemed acquaintance,« said Sir John after a pretty long silence, »that you intended to return with all despatch?« »So I did, master.« »And so you have?« he retorted, glancing at his watch. »Is that what you would say?« Instead of replying, Hugh changed the leg on which he leant, shuffled his cap from one hand to the other, looked at the ground, the wall, the ceiling, and finally at Sir John himself; before whose pleasant face he lowered his eyes again, and fixed them on the floor. »And how have you been employing yourself in the meanwhile?« quoth Sir John, lazily crossing his legs. »Where have you been? what harm have you been doing?« »No harm at all, master,« growled Hugh, with humility. »I have only done as you ordered.« »As I what?« returned Sir John. »Well then,« said Hugh uneasily, »as you advised