“Ellen—­where is Ellen?” said several voices, as they seated themselves round the hospitable board, and observed her place was vacant; and Sir George Wilmot eagerly joined the inquiry.

“She will join us shortly, Sir George,” replied Mrs. Hamilton, and turning to a servant near her, desired him to let Miss Fortescue know tea was ready.

“I will go, madam.  Stand back, James, let me pass,” exclaimed Robert, hastily, and he bounded out of the apartment with a most extraordinary failing of his wonted respect.

“There, proof positive; did I not tell you the lad was mad,” said Percy, and, as if in confirmation of his words, almost directly after a loud and joyful shout sounded from the servants’ hall.

Mr. Hamilton looked up inquiringly, and in doing so his eye caught an object that caused him to start from his seat with an exclamation of surprise and pleasure; while Percy, leaping over chairs and tables that stood in his way, unheeding Lord Louis’s inquiry, whether Robert had infected him, shook and shook again the hand of the long-absent relative, in whom both he and Herbert could only recognise the preserver of their father.  Herbert and his sisters simultaneously left their seats, and crowded round him.  Warmly, affectionately, Edward greeted them one and all, and rapidly answered the innumerable questions of Percy; defended his sister from all share in his concealment, of which Herbert and Emmeline laughingly accused her.  The flush of almost painful bashfulness still lingered on his cheek, as he marked the eyes of all fixed upon him, strangers as well as friends; but as he turned in the direction of his aunt, and his eye fell on the venerable figure of his revered preceptor, who stood aside, enjoying the little scene he beheld, as the remembrance of the blessed words, the soothing comfort that impressive voice had spoken in his hour of greatest need, the lessons of his childhood, his dawning youth, rushed on his mind, control, hesitation, reserve were all at an end; he broke from the surrounding and eager group, even from the detaining arm of his sister, sprang towards him, and clasping both Mr. Howard’s hands, his eyes glistened and his voice quivered, as he exclaimed—­

“Mr. Howard, too! one of my first, my best, and kindest friends.  Ellen told me not of this unexpected pleasure; this is joy, indeed.”

“A joy to me, too, my dear boy, equally unexpected; we must thank Mrs. Hamilton for this early meeting.  I knew not the pleasure she had prepared for me,” replied Mr. Howard, returning the pressure of Edward’s hand with equal warmth.

“Nor did any one, my good sir.  Never will I say again a lady cannot keep a secret,” said the Marquis of Malvern, jestingly.  “Mr. Hamilton, as you do not seem inclined to honour me, without asking, I must entreat a formal introduction to that gallant nephew of yours, whose name is not unknown to naval fame, though as yet but one of her junior officers.”