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But
it
so
happened
that
Nature
had
given
to
the
youngest
son
gifts
which
she
had
not
bestowed
upon
his
elder
brothers
.
He
had
a
beautiful
face
and
a
fine
,
strong
,
graceful
figure
;
he
had
a
bright
smile
and
a
sweet
,
gay
voice
;
he
was
brave
and
generous
,
and
had
the
kindest
heart
in
the
world
,
and
seemed
to
have
the
power
to
make
every
one
love
him
.
And
it
was
not
so
with
his
elder
brothers
;
neither
of
them
was
handsome
,
or
very
kind
,
or
clever
.
When
they
were
boys
at
Eton
,
they
were
not
popular
;
when
they
were
at
college
,
they
cared
nothing
for
study
,
and
wasted
both
time
and
money
,
and
made
few
real
friends
.
The
old
Earl
,
their
father
,
was
constantly
disappointed
and
humiliated
by
them
;
his
heir
was
no
honor
to
his
noble
name
,
and
did
not
promise
to
end
in
being
anything
but
a
selfish
,
wasteful
,
insignificant
man
,
with
no
manly
or
noble
qualities
.
It
was
very
bitter
,
the
old
Earl
thought
,
that
the
son
who
was
only
third
,
and
would
have
only
a
very
small
fortune
,
should
be
the
one
who
had
all
the
gifts
,
and
all
the
charms
,
and
all
the
strength
and
beauty
.
Sometimes
he
almost
hated
the
handsome
young
man
because
he
seemed
to
have
the
good
things
which
should
have
gone
with
the
stately
title
and
the
magnificent
estates
;
and
yet
,
in
the
depths
of
his
proud
,
stubborn
old
heart
,
he
could
not
help
caring
very
much
for
his
youngest
son
.
It
was
in
one
of
his
fits
of
petulance
that
he
sent
him
off
to
travel
in
America
;
he
thought
he
would
send
him
away
for
a
while
,
so
that
he
should
not
be
made
angry
by
constantly
contrasting
him
with
his
brothers
,
who
were
at
that
time
giving
him
a
great
deal
of
trouble
by
their
wild
ways
.
But
,
after
about
six
months
,
he
began
to
feel
lonely
,
and
longed
in
secret
to
see
his
son
again
,
so
he
wrote
to
Captain
Cedric
and
ordered
him
home
.
The
letter
he
wrote
crossed
on
its
way
a
letter
the
Captain
had
just
written
to
his
father
,
telling
of
his
love
for
the
pretty
American
girl
,
and
of
his
intended
marriage
;
and
when
the
Earl
received
that
letter
he
was
furiously
angry
.
Bad
as
his
temper
was
,
he
had
never
given
way
to
it
in
his
life
as
he
gave
way
to
it
when
he
read
the
Captain
’
s
letter
.
His
valet
,
who
was
in
the
room
when
it
came
,
thought
his
lordship
would
have
a
fit
of
apoplexy
,
he
was
so
wild
with
anger
.
For
an
hour
he
raged
like
a
tiger
,
and
then
he
sat
down
and
wrote
to
his
son
,
and
ordered
him
never
to
come
near
his
old
home
,
nor
to
write
to
his
father
or
brothers
again
.
He
told
him
he
might
live
as
he
pleased
,
and
die
where
he
pleased
,
that
he
should
be
cut
off
from
his
family
forever
,
and
that
he
need
never
expect
help
from
his
father
as
long
as
he
lived
.
The
Captain
was
very
sad
when
he
read
the
letter
;
he
was
very
fond
of
England
,
and
he
dearly
loved
the
beautiful
home
where
he
had
been
born
;
he
had
even
loved
his
ill
-
tempered
old
father
,
and
had
sympathized
with
him
in
his
disappointments
;
but
he
knew
he
need
expect
no
kindness
from
him
in
the
future
.
At
first
he
scarcely
knew
what
to
do
;
he
had
not
been
brought
up
to
work
,
and
had
no
business
experience
,
but
he
had
courage
and
plenty
of
determination
.
So
he
sold
his
commission
in
the
English
army
,
and
after
some
trouble
found
a
situation
in
New
York
,
and
married
.
The
change
from
his
old
life
in
England
was
very
great
,
but
he
was
young
and
happy
,
and
he
hoped
that
hard
work
would
do
great
things
for
him
in
the
future
.
He
had
a
small
house
on
a
quiet
street
,
and
his
little
boy
was
born
there
,
and
everything
was
so
gay
and
cheerful
,
in
a
simple
way
,
that
he
was
never
sorry
for
a
moment
that
he
had
married
the
rich
old
lady
’
s
pretty
companion
just
because
she
was
so
sweet
and
he
loved
her
and
she
loved
him
.
She
was
very
sweet
,
indeed
,
and
her
little
boy
was
like
both
her
and
his
father
.
Though
he
was
born
in
so
quiet
and
cheap
a
little
home
,
it
seemed
as
if
there
never
had
been
a
more
fortunate
baby
.
In
the
first
place
,
he
was
always
well
,
and
so
he
never
gave
any
one
trouble
;
in
the
second
place
,
he
had
so
sweet
a
temper
and
ways
so
charming
that
he
was
a
pleasure
to
every
one
;
and
in
the
third
place
,
he
was
so
beautiful
to
look
at
that
he
was
quite
a
picture
.
Instead
of
being
a
bald
-
headed
baby
,
he
started
in
life
with
a
quantity
of
soft
,
fine
,
gold
-
colored
hair
,
which
curled
up
at
the
ends
,
and
went
into
loose
rings
by
the
time
he
was
six
months
old
;
he
had
big
brown
eyes
and
long
eyelashes
and
a
darling
little
face
;
he
had
so
strong
a
back
and
such
splendid
sturdy
legs
,
that
at
nine
months
he
learned
suddenly
to
walk
;
his
manners
were
so
good
,
for
a
baby
,
that
it
was
delightful
to
make
his
acquaintance
.
He
seemed
to
feel
that
every
one
was
his
friend
,
and
when
any
one
spoke
to
him
,
when
he
was
in
his
carriage
in
the
street
,
he
would
give
the
stranger
one
sweet
,
serious
look
with
the
brown
eyes
,
and
then
follow
it
with
a
lovely
,
friendly
smile
;
and
the
consequence
was
,
that
there
was
not
a
person
in
the
neighborhood
of
the
quiet
street
where
he
lived
—
even
to
the
groceryman
at
the
corner
,
who
was
considered
the
crossest
creature
alive
—
who
was
not
pleased
to
see
him
and
speak
to
him
.
And
every
month
of
his
life
he
grew
handsomer
and
more
interesting
.
When
he
was
old
enough
to
walk
out
with
his
nurse
,
dragging
a
small
wagon
and
wearing
a
short
white
kilt
skirt
,
and
a
big
white
hat
set
back
on
his
curly
yellow
hair
,
he
was
so
handsome
and
strong
and
rosy
that
he
attracted
every
one
’
s
attention
,
and
his
nurse
would
come
home
and
tell
his
mamma
stories
of
the
ladies
who
had
stopped
their
carriages
to
look
at
and
speak
to
him
,
and
of
how
pleased
they
were
when
he
talked
to
them
in
his
cheerful
little
way
,
as
if
he
had
known
them
always
.
His
greatest
charm
was
this
cheerful
,
fearless
,
quaint
little
way
of
making
friends
with
people
.
I
think
it
arose
from
his
having
a
very
confiding
nature
,
and
a
kind
little
heart
that
sympathized
with
every
one
,
and
wished
to
make
every
one
as
comfortable
as
he
liked
to
be
himself
.
It
made
him
very
quick
to
understand
the
feelings
of
those
about
him
.
Perhaps
this
had
grown
on
him
,
too
,
because
he
had
lived
so
much
with
his
father
and
mother
,
who
were
always
loving
and
considerate
and
tender
and
well
-
bred
.
He
had
never
heard
an
unkind
or
uncourteous
word
spoken
at
home
;
he
had
always
been
loved
and
caressed
and
treated
tenderly
,
and
so
his
childish
soul
was
full
of
kindness
and
innocent
warm
feeling
.
He
had
always
heard
his
mamma
called
by
pretty
,
loving
names
,
and
so
he
used
them
himself
when
he
spoke
to
her
;
he
had
always
seen
that
his
papa
watched
over
her
and
took
great
care
of
her
,
and
so
he
learned
,
too
,
to
be
careful
of
her
.
So
when
he
knew
his
papa
would
come
back
no
more
,
and
saw
how
very
sad
his
mamma
was
,
there
gradually
came
into
his
kind
little
heart
the
thought
that
he
must
do
what
he
could
to
make
her
happy
.
He
was
not
much
more
than
a
baby
,
but
that
thought
was
in
his
mind
whenever
he
climbed
upon
her
knee
and
kissed
her
and
put
his
curly
head
on
her
neck
,
and
when
he
brought
his
toys
and
picture
-
books
to
show
her
,
and
when
he
curled
up
quietly
by
her
side
as
she
used
to
lie
on
the
sofa
.
He
was
not
old
enough
to
know
of
anything
else
to
do
,
so
he
did
what
he
could
,
and
was
more
of
a
comfort
to
her
than
he
could
have
understood
.
“
Oh
,
Mary
!
”
he
heard
her
say
once
to
her
old
servant
;
“
I
am
sure
he
is
trying
to
help
me
in
his
innocent
way
—
I
know
he
is
.
He
looks
at
me
sometimes
with
a
loving
,
wondering
little
look
,
as
if
he
were
sorry
for
me
,
and
then
he
will
come
and
pet
me
or
show
me
something
.
He
is
such
a
little
man
,
I
really
think
he
knows
.
”
