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think it wrong to interfere； I can at least try and get the children of the disinherited Tyrrel back to their home。 Shall we leave it at this point for the present？〃
This decision was agreeable to all； and then the few preparations necessary for the journey were talked over； and in this happy discussion the evening passed rapidly。 The dream of Ethel's life had been this visit to the home of her family； and to go as its savior was a consummation of the pleasure that filled her with loving pride。 She could not sleep for her waking dreams。 She made all sorts of resolutions about the despised Tyrrel… Rawdons。 She intended to show the proud； indolent world of the English land… aristocracy that Americans； just as well born as themselves； respected business energy and enterprise； and she had other plans and propositions just as interesting and as full of youth's impossible enthusiasm。
In the morning she went to talk the subject over with her grandmother。 The old lady received the news with affected indif… ference。 She said； 〃It mattered nothing to her who sat in Rawdon's seat； but she would not hear Mostyn blamed for seeking his right。 Money and sentiment are no kin；〃 she added； 〃and Fred has no sentiment about Rawdon。 Why should he？ Only last summer Rawdon kept him out of Parliament； and made him spend a lot of money beside。 He's right to get even with the family if he can。〃
〃But the old Squire！ He is now〃
〃I know； he's older than I am。 But Squire Percival has had his day； and Fred would not do anything out of the way to himhe could not； the county would make both Mostyn and Rawdon very uncomfortable places to live in； if he did。〃
〃If you turn a man out of his home when he is eighty years old； I think that is ‘out of the way。' And Mr。 Mostyn is not to be trusted。 I wouldn't trust him as far as I could see him。〃
〃Highty…tighty！ He has not asked you to trust him。 You lost your chance there； miss。〃
〃Grandmother； I am astonished at you！〃
〃Well； it was a mean thing to say； Ethel； but I like Fred； and I see the rest of my family are against him。 It's natural for Yorkshire to help the weakest side。 But there； Fred can do his own fighting； I'll warrant。 He's not an ordinary man。〃
〃I'm sorry to say he isn't； grandmother。 If he were he would speak without a drawl； and get rid of his monocle； and not pay such minute attention to his coats and vests and walking sticks。〃
Then Ethel proceeded to explain her resolves with regard to the Tyrrel…Rawdons。 〃I shall pay them the greatest attention；〃 she said。 〃It was a noble thing in young Tyrrel…Rawdon to give up everything for honorable love； and I think everyone ought to have stood by him。〃
〃That wouldn't have done at all。 If Tyrrel had been petted as you think he ought to have been； every respectable young man and woman in the county would have married where their fancy led them； and the fancies of young people mostly lead them to the road it is ruin to take。〃
〃From what Fred Mostyn says； Tyrrel's descendants seem to have taken a very respectable road。〃
〃I've nothing to say for or against them。 It's years and years since I laid eyes on any of the family。 Your grandfather helped one of the young men to come to America； and I remember his mother getting into a passion about it。 She was a fat woman in a Paisley shawl and a love…bird on her bonnet。 I saw his sister often。 She weighed about twelve stone； and had red hair and red cheeks and bare red elbows。 She was called a ‘strapping lass。' That is quite a complimentary term in the West Riding。〃
〃Please； grandmother； I don't want to hear any more。 In two weeks I shall be able to judge for myself。 Since then there have been two generations； and if a member of the present one is fit for Parliament〃
〃That's nothing。 We needn't look for anything specially refined in Parliament in these days。 There's another thing。 These Tyrrel…Rawdons are chapel people。 The rector of Rawdon church would not marry Tyrrel to his low…born love； and so they went to the Methodist preacher； and after that to the Methodist chapel。 That put them down； more than you can imagine here in America。〃
〃It was a shame！ Methodists are most respectable people。〃
〃I'm saying nothing contrary。〃
〃The President is a Methodist。〃
〃I never asked what he was。 I am a Church of England woman； you know that。 Born and bred in the Church； baptized； confirmed； and married in the Church； and I was always taught it was the only proper Church for gentlemen and gentlewomen to be saved in。 However； English Methodists often go back to the Church when they get rich。〃
〃Church or chapel makes no difference to me； grandmother。 If people are only good。〃
〃To be sure； but you won't be long in England until you'll find out that some things make a great deal of difference。 Do you know your father was here this morning？ He wanted me to go with youa likely； thing。〃
〃But； grandmother； do come。 We will take such good care of you； and〃
〃I know； but I'd rather keep my old memories of Yorkshire than get new…fashioned ones。 All is changed。 I can tell that by what Fred says。 My three great friends are dead。 They have left children and grandchildren； of course； but I don't want to make new acquaintances at my age； unless I have the picking of them。 No； I shall get Miss Hillis to go with me to my little cabin on the Jersey coast。 We'll take our knitting and the fresh novels； and I'll warrant we'll see as much of the new men and women in them as will more than satisfy us。 But you must write me long letters； and tell me everything about the Squire and the way he keeps house； and I don't care if you fill up the paper with the Tyrrel…Rawdons。〃
〃I will write you often； Granny； and tell you everything。〃
〃I shouldn't wonder if you come across Dora Stanhope； but I wouldn't ask her to Rawdon。 She'll mix some cup of bother if you do。〃
〃I know。〃
In such loving and intimate conversation the hours sped quickly； and Ethel could not bear to cut short her visit。 It was nearly five when she left Gramercy Park； but the day being lovely； and the avenue full of carriages and pedestrians； she took the drive at its enforced tardiness without disapproval。 Almost on entering the avenue from Madison Square there was a crush； and her carriage came to a standstill。 She was then opposite the store of a famous English saddler； and near her was an open carriage occupied by a middle…aged gentleman in military uniform。 He appeared to be waiting for someone； and in a moment or two a young man came out of the saddlery store； and with a pleasant laugh entered the carriage。 It was the Apollo of her dreams； the singer of the Holland House pavement。 She could not doubt it。 His face； his figure； his walk； and the pleasant smile with which he spoke to his companion were all positive characteristics。 She had forgotten none of them。 His dress was altered to suit the season； but that was an improvement； for divested of his heavy coat； and clothed only in a stylish afternoon suit； his tall； fine figure showed to great advantage； and Ethel told herself that he was even handsomer than she had supposed him to be。
Almost as soon as he entered his carriage there was a movement； and she hoped her drive