“Her son is resisting her now,” said Harriet; “and our good Dove says it makes her blood boil to see the way the poor young gentleman is treated.  He, who was the darling for whom nothing was good enough a while ago, has now scarce a place in his mother’s own house.  She is cold and stately with him, and Colonel Mar, the Lady Belle’s brother, being his commanding officer, there is no end to the vexations and annoyances they give him, both at home and in his quarters.  Mrs. Dove says his own man, Grey, tells her it is a wonder how he stands out against it all!  And a truly well-bred young gentleman he is.  He came to pay me his call in Gracechurch Street only yesterday, knowing our kindred, and most unfortunate was it that I was stepped out to the office to speak as to our boxes being duly sent by the Buckingham wain; but he left his ticket, and a message with the servant, ’Tell my cousin, Mrs. Arden,’ he said, ’that I much regret not having seen her, and I should have done myself the honour of calling sooner to inquire for her good father, if I had known she was in town.”

“Well, I have never seen the young gentleman since he was a mere child,” said Mrs. Hunter.  “His mother has bred him to neglect his own home and relations, but I am sorry for him.”

“They say,” continued Harriet significantly, “that they are sure there is some cause for his holding out so stiffly—­I verily believe My Lady suspected—­”

“O hush, Harriet!” cried Aurelia, colouring painfully.

“Well, it is all over now, so you need not be offended,” said Harriet, laughing.  “Besides, if my Lady had any such notion when she brought about your marriage, she must be disappointed, for the young spark is as resolute as ever.”

“And no wonder, if he knows what the lady is like,” said Aurelia.

“Ah! he has admitted as much to the King.”

“To the King!” cried both auditors.

“Oh yes! you know my Lady is very thick with my Lady Suffolk, and she persuaded the King to speak to him at the levee. ‘Comment’, says his majesty in French, ’are you a young rebel, sir, that refuse the good things your mother provides you?’ Not a whit was my young gentleman moved.  He bowed, and answered that he was acting by the desire of his guardian.  Excuse me, sister, but the King answered—­’A raving melancholic!  That will not serve your turn, sir.  Come to your senses, fulfil your mother’s bond, and we’ll put you on the Duke’s staff, where you may see more of service than of home, or belike get into gay quarters, where you may follow any other fantaisie if that is making you commit such betises!’ At that Sir Amyas, who is but an innocent youth, flamed up in his cheeks till they were as red as his coat, and said his honour was engaged; on which his majesty swore at him for an idiot, and turned his back.  Every word of this Mrs. Dove heard Colonel Mar tell my Lady—­and then they fell to rating the poor youth, and trying to force out who this secret flame may be; but his is of the same stuff as his mother, adamantine and impervious.  And now the Colonel keeps him on hard duty continually, and they watch him day and night to find out what places he haunts.  But bless me, Mrs. Hunter, is the church clock striking?  We must be gone, or my good man will be wondering where we are.”