What Will He Do With It, Book 2.

mproved his chance of fortune, decides

onel's shoulder. The boy looked up, startled, but yet heavily, and saw Guy Darrell, the last m

rather stay here.

they were uttered, surveyed Lionel's face for an instant,

ned to leave me yesterday because of a defect in your wardrobe. Mr. Fairthorn wrote to my tailor to hasten hither and repair it. He is here. I commend him to you

Darrell. The intention was obviously kind and kinsmanlike. Lionel sp

" He turned abruptly, and walked to the house-magnanimous. If Mr. Darrell had not been the most singular of men, he might well have been offended. As it was, though few were less accessible to surprise, he was surprised. But offended? Judge for yourself. "I declare," muttered Guy Darrell, gazing on the boy's re

king him; and so be at his mercy to sting-what? my heart! I defy him; it is dead. No; he shall not go thus. I am the head of our joint houses. Houses! I wish h

at abominable Fairthorn has been shedding its prickles! How could I trust flesh and blood to such a bramble? I'll know what it was this instant!" Vain menace! No sooner did Mr. Fairthorn catch glimpse of Darrell's countenance within ten yards of the porch, than, his conscienc