There was no perceptible change in Dr. Lacey’s manner after reading the heartless forgery, but the iron had entered his soul, and for a time he seemed benumbed with its force.  Then came a moment of reflection.  His love had been trampled upon, and thrown back as a thing of naught by her who had fallen from the high pedestal on which he had enthroned the idol of his heart’s deepest affection.

“I could have pitied, and admired her, too,” thought he, “had she candidly confessed her love for Mr. Wilmot; but to be so basely deceived by one whom I thought incapable of deception is too much.”

Seizing the letter, he again read it through, and this time he felt his wounded pride somewhat soothed by thinking that the beautiful Julia admired and sympathized with him.  “But pshaw!” he exclaimed, “most likely Julia is as hollow-hearted as her sister, and yet many dark spots on her character seem wiped away by Fanny’s confession.”  Throwing the letter aside he rang the bell, and ordered his breakfast to be sent up to him.

That afternoon he called on Mabel Mortimer and her cousin.  He found the young ladies in the drawing room, and with them a dark, fine-looking, middle-aged gentleman, whom Mabel introduced as Mr. Middleton.  Something in the looks as well as name of the stranger made Dr. Lacey involuntarily start with surprise, and he secretly wondered whether; this gentleman was in any way connected with the Middletons of Kentucky.  He was not kept long in doubt, for Florence, who was very talkative, soon said, “We were just speaking of you, Dr. Lacey, and Mr. Middleton seems inclined to claim you as an acquaintance, on the ground of your having been intimate with his brother’s family in Kentucky.”

“Indeed!” said Dr. Lacey; then turning to Mr. Middleton, he said, “Is it possible that you are a brother of Mr. Joshua Middleton?”

“Yes, sir,” returned the stranger, eyeing Dr. Lacey closely; “Joshua is my brother, but for more than twenty years I have not seen him, or scarcely heard from him.”

“Ah,” answered Dr. Lacey, in some astonishment, and then, as he fancied there was something in Mr. Middleton’s former life which he wished to conceal, he changed the subject by asking Mr. Middleton if he had been long in the city.

“Only two weeks,” he replied, and he proceeded to speak of himself, saying, “For many years past I have been in the Indies.  About the time my brother Joshua married, my father died.  When his will was opened, I thought it a very unjust one, for it gave, to my brother a much larger share than was given to me.  In a fit of anger, I declared I would never touch a penny of my portion, and leaving college, where I was already in my senior year, I went to New York, and getting on board a vessel bound for the East Indies, I tried by amassing wealth in a distant land, to forget that I ever had a home this side of the Atlantic.  During the first years of my absence my brother wrote to me frequently, and most of his letters I answered, for I really bore him no malice on account of the will.  I had not heard from him for a long time, until I reached this city.”