“Do you stay with them at Castle Terryn before they go?”

“I do not think I shall, for at present I seem to dislike the idea of leaving home.  They come to us, I believe, a few weeks hence, in order that we may be all together, which we could not very well be at St. Eval’s.”

“Has Lord St. Eval quite lost all anxiety on his brother’s account?  The physicians said they could never have brought him through it, had it not been for Mr. Myrvin’s prudent and unceasing care.”

“Yes; every letter from Castle Malvern confirms the report, all anxiety has been over some weeks now; indeed, before the Marquis reached Hanover, where he received from his son’s own lips an affecting and animated account of his own imprudence, and Mr. Myrvin’s heroic as well as prudent conduct.”

“Was there an accident, then?  I thought it was from the fever then raging in the town.”

“Lord Louis had determined, against his tutor’s consent, to join a party of very gay young men, who wished to leave Hanover for a time and make an excursion to the sea-shore.  Mr. Myrvin, who did not quite approve of some of the young gentlemen who were to join the party, remonstrated, but in vain.  Lord Louis was obstinate, and Mr. Myrvin, finding all his efforts fruitless, accompanied his pupil, very much to the annoyance of the whole party, who determined to render his sojourn with them so distasteful, that he would quickly withdraw himself.  Lord Louis, led on by evil companions, turned against his tutor, who, however, adhered to his duty unshrinkingly.  A sailing match was resolved on, and, notwithstanding the predictions of Mr. Myrvin, that a violent storm was coming on and likely to burst over them before half their day’s sport was completed, they set off, taunting him with being afraid of the water.  They declared there was no room for him in their boats, and pushed off without him.  He followed them closely, and fortunate was it that he did so.  The storm burst with fury; the little vessels were most of them shattered to pieces, and many of the misguided and unfortunate young men fell victims to their wilful folly.  Some, who were good swimmers, escaped, but Lord Louis had struck his head against a projecting rock, and, stunned and senseless, must have sunk, had not Mr. Myrvin been mercifully permitted to bear him to the shore in safety.  He was extremely ill, but in a few weeks recovered sufficiently to return to Hanover, unconscious, as was Mr. Myrvin, of the virulent fever then raging there.  Already in delicate health, he was almost instantly attacked by the disease, in its most alarming and contagious form; the servants fled in terror from the house, only one, his own valet, an Englishman, remained near him.  But Mr. Myrvin never left him; day and night he attended, soothed, and relieved him.  His efforts were, happily, rewarded:  Lord Louis lived and his preceptor escaped all infection.  The Marquis and his son have both written of Mr. Myrvin in the most gratifying terms; and the Marchioness told mamma she could never in any way repay the debt of gratitude she owed him.”