nicknamed among them “Teesh.”  In 1852 the Carabineers came over to England, and were quartered at Canterbury.  They expected then to be sent to India, but the order was countermanded, and Roger saw himself doomed apparently to a life of inaction.  There is a letter of Roger’s among the mass of correspondence which he kept up at this period of his life, in which he notices the fact that his mother still dwelt upon her old idea of providing him with a wife in the shape of one of those Italian princesses of which he had heard so much, and with whom he had always been threatened.  But Roger was by this time in love with his cousin, and his love was by no means happy.  Roger had been for years visiting at Tichborne before he had ever seen his cousin Kate there.  He had met her long before when he came over as a child from Paris on a visit, but Miss Doughty was too young at that time to have retained much impression of the little dark-haired French boy, who could hardly have said “Good morning, cousin,” in her native tongue.  When Roger was twenty years of age, they met for a few days at Bath, where both had come on the melancholy duty of taking leave of Mr. Seymour, then lying dangerously ill and near his death.  Then they parted again; Roger went to Tichborne for a long stay, but Miss Doughty returned to school at the convent at Taunton.  In the Midsummer holidays, however, they once more met at the house in Hampshire, and for six weeks the young cousins saw each other daily.  Then Miss Doughty went away to Scotland with her parents; and the youth took upon himself the pleasant duty of going to see the party take their departure from St. Katherine’s Wharf.  October found the party again assembled at Tichborne Park; and there Roger took farewell of uncle, aunt, and cousin, to go to Ireland and join his regiment; and Miss Doughty, whose schooldays were not yet ended, went down to a convent at Newhall, in Essex.  When Roger got a short leave of absence, his first thought was to visit his uncle and aunt, who had so affectionate a regard for him.  There was a summer visit to Upton, in Dorsetshire, for a week, when Miss Doughty happened to be there; and there was a visit to Tichborne in January 1850, when there were great festivities, for Roger then attained his majority; again the cousins took farewell, and met no more for eighteen months.  No wonder Roger loved Tichborne, with all its associations.  In that well-ordered and affectionate household he found a tranquillity and happiness to which he had been a stranger in his own home.  In his correspondence with his father and mother at this time there were no lack of tokens of a loving son; but no one was more sensible than Roger of the miseries of that life which he had led up to the day when he came away to pursue his studies at the Jesuit College, and to learn to be an Englishman.  But there was another association, long unsuspected, yet growing steadily, until it absorbed all his thoughts, and gave to that neighbourhood a