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30 Roger Bevere. a day or two ago. No, not by the wildest stretch of the fancy could I think so. That he had fallen into some desperate trouble which must be kept secret, if it could be, was all too evident. I thought of fifty things as I went home and could not fix on one of them as likely. Had he robbed the hospital till?—-or forged a cheque upon its house sur- geon? ‘The Squire wanted to know why I was so silent. When I next went to Gibraltar Terrace Lady Bevere was there. Such a nice littke woman! MHer face was mild, like Roger’s, her eyes were blue and kind as his, her tones as genial. As Mary Brandon she had been very pretty, and she was pleasing still. She had married a lieutenant in the navy, Edmund Bevere. Her people did not like it: navy lieutenants were so poor, they said. He got on better, however, than the Brandons had thought for ; got up to be rear-admiral and to be knighted. Then he died ; and Lady Bevere was left with a lot of children and not much to bring them up on, I expect it was her brother, Mr. Brandon, who helped to start them all in life. She lived in Hampshire, somewhere near Southsea. In a day or two, when Roger was better and sat up in blankets in an easy chair, Mr. Brandon and the Squire began about his short- comings—deeming him well enough now to be tackled. Mr. Brandon demanded where his lodgings were, for their locality seemed to be a mystery ; evidently with a view of calling and putting a few personal questions to the landlady ; and Roger had to confess that he had had no particular lodgings lately ; he had shared Dick Scott’s. This took Mr. Brandon aback. No lodgings of his own !—sharing young Scott’s ! What was the meaning of it? What did he do with all the money allowed him, if he could not pay for rooms of his own? And to the stern questioning Roger only answered that he and Scott liked to be together. Pitt laughed a little to me when he heard of this, saying Bevere was too clever for the old mentors. ‘‘ Why ! don’t you believe he does live with Scott?” I asked. ‘Oh, he may do that; it’s likely enough,” said Pitt. ‘* But medical students, running their fast career in London, are queer subjects, let me tell you, Johnny Ludlow; they don’t care to have thei private affairs supervised.” ** All of them are not queer—as you callit, Pitt.” “ No, indeed,” he answered, warmly : ‘‘or I don’t know what would become of the profession. Many of them are worthy, earnest fellows always, steady as old time. Others pull up when they have had their fling, and make good men ; and a few go to the bad altogether.” ‘In which class do you put Roger Bevere?” Pitt took a minute to answer. ‘In the second, I hope,” he said. “To speak the truth, Bevere somewhat puzzles me. He seems well- intentioned, anxious, and can’t have gone so far but he might pull-up if he could. But “Tf he could! How do you mean?” ‘‘ He has got, I take it, into the toils of a fast, bad set; and he finds Gomicbooks.co