He went to his own room, where he found Harry, to his satisfaction, fast asleep on the sofa.  He took care not to wake him, but sat down beside him to read till his sleep should be over.  But, a moment after, the boy opened his eyes with a start and a shiver, and gave a slight cry.  When he saw Hugh he jumped up, and with a smile which was pitiful to see upon a scared face, said: 

“Oh!  I am so glad you are there.”

“What is the matter, dear Harry?”

“I had a dreadful dream.”

“What was it?”

“I don’t know.  It always comes.  It is always the same.  I know that.  And yet I can never remember what it is.”

Hugh soothed him as well as he could; and he needed it, for the cold drops were standing on his forehead.  When he had grown calmer, he went and fetched Gulliver, and, to the boy’s great delight, read to him till dinner-time.  Before the first bell rang, he had quite recovered, and indeed seemed rather interested in the approach of dinner.

Dinner was an affair of some state at Arnstead.  Almost immediately after the second bell had rung, Mr. Arnold made his appearance in the drawing-room, where the others were already waiting for him.  This room had nothing of the distinctive character of the parts of the house which Hugh had already seen.  It was merely a handsome modern room, of no great size.  Mr. Arnold led Euphra to dinner, and Hugh followed with Harry.

Mr. Arnold’s manner to Hugh was the same as in the morning—­studiously polite, without the smallest approach to cordiality.  He addressed him as an equal, it is true; but an equal who could never be in the smallest danger of thinking he meant it.  Hugh, who, without having seen a great deal of the world, yet felt much the same wherever he was, took care to give him all that he seemed to look for, as far at least as was consistent with his own self-respect.  He soon discovered that he was one of those men, who, if you will only grant their position, and acknowledge their authority, will allow you to have much your own way in everything.  His servants had found this out long ago, and almost everything about the house was managed as they pleased; but as the oldest of them were respectable family servants, nothing went very far wrong.  They all, however, waited on Euphra with an assiduity that showed she was, or could be, quite mistress when and where she pleased.  Perhaps they had found out that she had great influence with Mr. Arnold; and certainly he seemed very fond of her indeed, after a stately fashion.  She spoke to the servants with peculiar gentleness; never said, if you please; but always, thank you.  Harry never asked for anything, but always looked to Euphra, who gave the necessary order.  Hugh saw that the boy was quite dependent upon her, seeming of himself scarcely capable of originating the simplest action.  Mr. Arnold, however, dull as he was, could not help seeing that Harry’s manner was livelier than usual, and seemed pleased at the slight change already visible for the better.  Turning to Hugh he said: