The Argosy — page 264: what you’re looking at

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Lady Grace. 245 fisting Star. She is fourteen hundred tons burthen. Ill write again when we reach Wellington ; or, if I don’t like the look of things out there, I'll come back in the ship. And with best love to you, dear papa, and to mamma, and Charley, and Gertrude, ‘‘] am your affectionate son, CYRAS,” Cyras did not come back in the ship. The Dean transmitted him some money to Wellington, and Cyras sent it back again. He sent with it a loving letter of thanks, telling his father that he was getting enough to keep him, and did not want money. After that they heard from him at intervals, from Australia or from New Zealand as the case might be. According to his own account, he was always flourishing, and he once sent a lovely gold bracelet to Gertrude, and a twenty-pound note to Charley. Three years had elapsed since his first departure, and now Cyras was back again. Not to remain, he told them ; only to see them and the old country once more. Charles—I think this has been said— was keeping his terms at Oxford, and the Dean and his wife were living in Berkeley Square. Cyras seemed to have brought over plenty of money. He had settled down as clerk in a shipping house at Wellington—Brice and Jansen—and had got six months’ leave from it. He was twenty-one now, and but little changed—gay, rattling, reckless in speech as of old; but exceedingly handsome, exceedingly like what the Dean had been before him. Only in one point did he not resemble his father, and that was in stature: the Dean was tall and stately, Cyras was but little above middle height, and very slight. ‘And what have you been doing with yourself to-day, Cyras?” enquired the Dean of his son, who was singing to himself in an undertone, as he stood at the window looking out on the square. ‘I wanted you this morning, but you were not to be found.” “I went to Norwood to see Aunt Charlotte,” replied Cyras. ‘She took me into the Crystal Palace; we lunched there.” “Oh, indeed. How is she?” ‘“‘ Flourishing,” said Cyras. ‘‘ She fired off no end of questions at me about the Brices of Wellington.” ‘“‘ Naturally,” remarked the Dean. ‘‘ Her husband and Brice of Wellington are brothers.” “‘ Are the Brices of Wellington nice people, Cyras ?” asked Lady Grace. ‘““'The nicest people going, mamma.” ‘And well off ?” . They just are. Why Rage and Jansen is about the first shipping firm in Wellington.” The reader may not “arti forgotten that Charlotte Dane, sister to poor Edith, married a Mr. George Brice of London, with whom she COM () VOO|kKS.CO