’Only rowing Jem to the landing-place.  I told him to make my excuses.  It is a dinner to half the neighbourhood, and my foot is always troublesome if I do not lay it up in the evening.’

‘I am glad you are prudent,’ said his father, dismissing his fears in his gratification, and proceeding to lay his coming to the score of his foot.

Fitzjocelyn did not wish to see through the plea—­he was much too happy in his father’s unusual warmth and tenderness, and in the delights of hospitality.  Mrs. Hannaford was gone out, and eatables were scarce; but a tea-dinner was prepared merrily between Priscilla, the Captain, and Louis, who gloried in displaying his school-fagging accomplishments with toast, eggs, and rashers—­hobbled between parlour and kitchen, helping Priscilla, joking with the Captain, and waiting on his father so eagerly and joyously as to awaken a sense of adventure and enjoyment in the Earl himself.  No meal, with Frampton behind his chair, had ever equalled Fitzjocelyn’s cookery or attendance; and Louis’s reminiscences of the penalties he had suffered from his seniors for burnt toast, awoke like recollections of schoolboy days, hitherto in utter oblivion, and instead of the intended delicate conversation, father and son found themselves laughing over a ‘tirocinium or review of schools.’

Still, the subject must be entered on; and when Lord Ormersfield had mentioned the engagement to go to Oakstead, he added, ’All is well, since I have found you here.  Let me tell you that I never felt more grateful nor more relieved than by this instance of regard for my wishes.’

Though knowing the fitful nature of Louis’s colour, he would have been better satisfied not to have called up such an intensity of red, and to have had some other answer than, ’I wish you saw more of them.’

‘I see them every year in London.’

‘London gives so little scope for real acquaintance,’ ventured Louis again, with downcast eyes.

‘You forget that Lady Conway is my sister-in-law.’  Louis would have spoken, but his father added, ’Before you were born, I had full experience of her.  You must take it on trust that her soft, prepossessing manners belong to her as a woman of the world who cannot see you without designs on you.’

‘Of course,’ said Louis, ’I yield to your expressed wishes; but my aunt has been very kind to me:  and,’ he added, after trying to mould the words to their gentlest form, ’you could not see my cousins without being convinced that it is the utmost injustice—­’

‘I do not censure them,’ said his father, as he hesitated between indignation and respect, ’I only tell you, Louis, that nothing could grieve me more than to see your happiness in the keeping of a pupil of Lady Conway.’

He met a look full of consternation, and of struggles between filial deference and the sense of injustice.  All Louis allowed himself to say was, however, ’Surely, when I am her own nephew! when our poverty is a flagrant fact—­she may be acquitted of anything but caring for me for—­for my mother’s sake.’