"I fancy some friend helps her," was the reply. "And I know that a considerable reduction was made in the terms of the last school, on account of the boy's fluency in French and German."
"I suppose you have kept up a correspondence with them, Mr. Henry?"
"Yes; though not a very frequent one."
"When you knew Mr. Paradyne, was he an honest man?"
"Strictly so; honourable, upright, entitled to every respect. I have never been able to understand how he could fall from it."
"One of those sudden temptations, I suppose," observed the doctor, musingly. "Beginning in a trifle; ending—nobody knows where. I won't detain you longer, Mr. Henry."
Mr. Henry left the room with his letter. Miss Brabazon found her tongue, speaking impulsively.
"Papa, how strangely sensitive he seems to be, this new master of yours! Did you see the hectic on his face?"
"Poor fellow, yes. He is very friendless; and, to be so, gives us a fellow-feeling for the unfortunate, Emma."
"Are you aware that he is Dr. Henry?"