On the day prior to that set for the opening of the trial, among the numerous equipages drawn up at one of the piers, awaiting an incoming ocean-liner, was the Mainwaring carriage, containing, as usual, Ralph Mainwaring, Upham and Blackwell, and Mr. Whitney.  The carriage and its occupants formed the centre of attraction to a considerable portion of the crowd, until attention was suddenly diverted by the sight of a stylish turnout in the shape of an elegant trap and a pair of superb bays driven tandem, which passed the Mainwaring carriage and took its position at some distance nearer the pier.  Seated in the trap were Harold Mainwaring and Hugh Mainwaring, junior.  Their appearance together at that particular time and place excited no little wonder and comment, especially when, the gangplank having been thrown down, the young men left the turnout in care of a policeman and walked rapidly towards the hurrying stream of passengers, followed more slowly by Ralph Mainwaring and his party.

All was explained a few moments later, as that embodiment of geniality, William Mainwaring Thornton, loomed up in the crowd, his daughter upon one arm, upon the other Miss Carleton, and accompanied by Mrs. Hogarth and the usual retinue of attendants.

“Looks like a family reunion, by George!” exclaimed one of the on-lookers, as a general exchange of greetings ensued, but to a close observer it was evident that between some members of the different parties the relations were decidedly strained.  No so with Mr. Thornton, however; his first greetings were for the young men.

“Well, well, Hugh, you contumacious young rascal! how are you?  I hear you’ve kicked over the traces and set the governor and his sovereigns at defiance!  Well, you’ve shown yourself a Mainwaring, that’s all I have to say!  Here is a young lady, however, who is waiting to give you a piece of her mind; you’ll have to settle with her.”

“Papa!” exclaimed Edith Thornton in faint protest, her fair face suffused with blushes as she came forward to meet her lover, while her father turned towards Harold Mainwaring.

“Well, my dear sir,” he said, extending his hand with the utmost cordiality, “I am glad to meet you in your own proper sphere at last; I always thought you were far too good looking for a secretary!  But, joking aside, my dear boy, let me assure you that as the son of Harold Scott Mainwaring, one of the most royal fellows I ever knew, I congratulate you and wish you success.”

Deeply touched by Mr. Thornton’s kindness and his allusion to his father, the young man thanked him with considerable emotion.

“That is all right,” the elder man responded heartily; “I was very sorry not to have met you in London, but I heard the particulars of your story from Winifred, and — well, I consider her a very level-headed young woman, and I think you are to be congratulated on that score also.”

“No one is better aware of that fact than I,” said the young man, warmly, and passed on to meet the young ladies, while Mr. Thornton turned to confront the frowning face of Ralph Mainwaring.