Horace,) told the rising generation, the first thing is to resolve to be rich and it is only the second thing to consider how."

"Meanwhile, Ferrers, you will be my guest."

"I'll dine with you to-day; but to-morrow I am off to Fulham, to be introduced to my aunt. Can't you fancy her!-grey gros de Naples gown, gold chain with an eyeglass-rather fat-two pugs and a parrot! Start not, this is fancy's sketch!' I have not yet seen the respectable relative with my physical optics. What shall we have for dinner? Let me choose, you were always a bad caterer."

As Ferrers thus rattled on, Maltravers felt himself growing younger-old times and old adventures crowded fast upon him; and the two friends spent a most agreeable day together. It was only the next morning that Maltravers, in thinking over the various conversations that had passed between them, was forced reluctantly to acknowledge that the inert selfishness of Lumley Ferrers seemed now to have hardened into a resolute and systematic want of principle, which might, perhaps, make him a dangerous and designing man, if urged by circumstances into action.

CHAPTER II.

'Dauph. Sir, I must speak to you. I have been long your despised kinsman. Morose. O what thou wilt, nephew."

Epicene.

"Her silence is dowry eno'-exceedingly soft spoken;-thrifty of her speech, that spends but six words a day."

Ibid.

THE Coach dropped Mr. Ferrers at the gate of a villa about three miles from town. The lodge-keeper charged himself with the carpet-bag, and Ferrers strolled, with his hands behind him, (it was his favourite mode of disposing of them,) through the beautiful and elaborate pleasure-grounds.

"A very nice, snug little box (jointure house, I suppose!) I would not grudge that, I'm sure, if I had but the rest. But here, I suspect, comes madame's first specimen of the art of having a family." This last thought was extracted from Mr. Ferrers's contemplative brain by a lovely little girl, who came running up to him, fearless and spoilt as she was-and after indulging a tolerable stare, exclaimed, "Are you come to see papa, sir?"

"Papa!-the deuce!" thought Lumley; " and who is papa, my dear?"

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Why, mama's husband. He is not my papa by rights."

Certainly not, my love, not by rights - I comprehend."

"Eh?"

Yes, I am going to your papa by wrongs-Mr. Templeton." "Oh, this way then."

"You are very fond of Mr. Templeton, my little angel?" "To be sure I am. You have not seen the rocking-horse he is going to give me?”

"Not yet, sweet child! And how is mama?"

"Oh, poor, dear mama," said the child, with a sudden change of voice, and tears in her eyes. "Ah, she is not well!" "In the family way, to a dead certainty!" muttered Ferrers, with a groan; "but here is my uncle. Horrid name! — uncles were always wicked fellows. Richard the Third, and the man who did something or other to the children in the wood, were a joke to my hard-hearted, old relation, who has robbed me with a widow! The lustful, liquorish, old-My dear sir, I'm so glad to see you!"

Mr. Templeton, who was a man very cold in his manners, and always either looked over people's heads, or down upon the ground, just touched his nephew's outstretched hand, and telling him he was welcome, observed that it was a very fine afternoon.

"Very, indeed sweet place this; you see, by the way, that I have already made acquaintance with my fair cousin-in-law. She is very pretty."

"I really think she is," said Mr. Templeton, with some warmth, and gazing almost fondly at the child, who was now throwing buttercups up in the air, and trying to catch them; Mr. Ferrers wished, in his heart, that they had been brickbats!

"Is she like her mother?" asked the nephew. "Like who, sir?"

"Her mother-Mrs. Templeton."

"No-not very; there is an air, perhaps-but the likeness is not remarkably strong. Would you not like to go to your room before dinner?"

"Thank you. Can I not first be presented to Mrs. Tem

"She is at her devotions, Mr. Lumley," interrupted Mr. Templeton, grimly.

"The she-hypocrite!" thought Ferrers. "Oh, I am delighted your pious heart has found so congenial a helpmate!" "It is a great blessing, and I am grateful for it. This is the way to the house."

Lumley, now forcibly installed in a grave bed-room, with dimity curtains and dark-brown paper, with light brown stars on it, threw himself into a large chair, and yawned and stretched with as much fervour as if he could have yawned and stretched

himself into his uncle's property. He then slowly exchanged his morning-dress for a quiet suit of black, and thanked his stars that, amidst all his sins, he had never been a dandy, and had never rejoiced in a fine waistcoat-a criminal possession that he well knew would have entirely hardened his uncle's conscience against him. He tarried in his room till the second bell summoned him to descend; and then entering the drawing-room, which had a cold look even in July, found his uncle standing by the mantelpiece, and a young, slight, handsome woman, half-buried in a huge, but not comfortable, fauteuil.

"Your aunt, Mrs. Templeton; madam, my nephew, Mr. Lumley Ferrers," said Templeton, with a wave of the hand. "John,- dinner!"

"I hope I am not late!"

"No," said Templeton, gently, for he had always liked his nephew, and began now to thaw towards him a little on seeing that Lumley put a good face upon the new state of affairs.

"No, my dear boy-no; but I think order and punctuality cardinal virtues in a well-regulated family.”

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Dinner, sir,” said the butler, opening the folding doors at the end of the room.

"Permit me," said Lumley, offering his arm to the aunt. "What a lovely place this is!

Mrs. Templeton said something in reply, but what it was Ferrers could not discover, so low and choked was the voice.

"Shy," thought he: "Odd for a widow!--but that's the way those husband-buriers take us in!"

Plain as was the general furniture of the apartment, the natural ostentation of Mr. Templeton broke out in the massive value of the plate, and the number of the attendants. He was a rich man, and he was proud of his riches: he knew it was respectable to be rich, and he thought it was moral to be respectable. As for the dinner, Lumley knew enough of his uncle's tastes, to be prepared for viands and wines, that even he (fastidious gourmand as he was !) did not despise.

Between the intervals of eating, Mr. Ferrers endeavoured to draw his aunt into conversation, but he found all his ingenuity fail him. There was, in the features of Mrs. Templeton, an expression of deep, but calm, melancholy, that would have saddened most persons to look upon, especially in one so young and lovely. It was evidently something beyond shyness or reserve that made her so silent and subdued, and even in her silence there was so much natural sweetness, that Ferrers could not ascribe her manner to haughtiness, or the desire to repel. He was rather puzzled; "for though," thought he, sensibly enough, "my uncle is not a youth, he is a very rich

fellow; and how any widow, who is married again to a rich old fellow, can be melancholy, passes my understanding!

Templeton, as if to draw attention from his wife's taciturnity, talked more than usual. He entered largely into politics, and regretted that in times so critical he was not in parliament.

"Did I possess your youth and your health, Lumley, I would not neglect my country-Popery is abroad."

"I myself should like very much to be in parliament," said Lumley, boldly.

"I dare say you would," returned the uncle, drily. "Parliament is very expensive-only fit for those who have a large stake in the country. Champagne to Mr. Ferrers.

Lumley bit his lip, and spoke little during the rest of the dinner. Mr. Templeton, however, waxed gracious by the time the desert was on the table; and began cutting up a pine-apple, with many assurances to Lumley, that gardens were nothing without pineries. "Whenever you settle in the country, nephew, be sure you have a pinery.”

"Oh, yes," said Lumley, almost bitterly, "and a pack of hounds, and a French cook; they will all suit my fortune very well."

"You are more thoughtful on pecuniary matters than you used to be," said the uncle.

"Sir," replied Ferrers, solemnly, " in a very short time I shall be what is called a middle-aged man."

"Humph!" said the host.

There was another silence. Lumley was a man, as we have said or implied before, of great knowledge of human nature, at least the ordinary sort of it, and he now revolved in his mind the various courses it might be wise to pursue towards his rich relation. He saw that, in delicate fencing, his uncle had over him the same advantage that a tall man has over a short one with the physical sword-play; - by holding his weapon in a proper position, he kept the other at arm's length. There was a grand reserve and dignity about the man who had something to give away, of which Ferrers, however actively he might shift his ground and flourish his rapier, could not break the defence. He determined, therefore, upon a new game, for which his frankness of manner admirably adapted him. Just as he formed this resolution, Mrs. Templeton rose, and with a gentle bow, and soft, though languid smile, glided from the room. The two gentlemen resettled themselves, and Templeton pushed the bottle to Ferrers.

"Help yourself, Lumley; your travels seem to have deprived you of your high spirits-you are pensive."

"Sir," said Ferrers, abruptly, "I wish to consult you."

"Oh, young man, you have been guilty of some excess-you have gambled-you have."

"I have done nothing, sir, that should make me less worthy your esteem. I repeat, I wish to consult you; I have outlived the hot days of my youth-I am now alive to the claims of the world. I have talents, I believe, and I have application, I know. I wish to fill a position in the world that may redeem my past indolence, and do credit to my family. Sir, I set your example before me, and I now ask your counsel, with the determination to follow it."

Templeton was startled; he half shaded his face with his hand, and gazed searchingly upon the high forehead and bold eyes of his nephew. "I believe you are sincere," said he, after

a pause.

"You may well believe so, sir."

"Well, I will think of this. I like an honourable ambitionnot too extravagant an one,- that is sinful; but a respectable station in the world is a proper object of desire, and wealth is a blessing; because," added the rich man, taking another slice of the pine-apple, "it enables us to be of use to our fellowcreatures!"

"Sir, then," said Ferrers, with daring animation" then I avow that my ambition is precisely of the kind you speak of. I am obscure, I desire to be reputably known: my fortune is mediocre, I desire it to be great. I ask you for nothing - I know your generous heart; but I wish independently to work out my own career!"

"Lumley," said Templeton, "I never esteemed you so much as I do now. Listen to me I will confide in you: I think the government are under obligations to me."

"I know it," exclaimed Ferrers, whose eyes sparkled at the thought of a sinecure for sinecures then existed!

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And," pursued the uncle, "I intend to ask them a favour in return.

"Oh, sir!"

"Yes; I think, mark me, with management and address, I may

"Well, my dear sir!”

"Obtain a barony for myself and heirs. I trust I shall soon have a family!

Had somebody given Lumley Ferrers a hearty cuff on the ear, he would have thought less of it than of this wind-up of his uncle's ambitious projects. His jaw fell-his eyes grew an inch larger, and he remained perfectly speechless.

"Ay," pursued Mr. Templeton, "I have long dreamed of this; my character is spotless—my fortune great. I have ever