years than you have—we were boys together sixty years ago—and I must say your estimate of him is correct. Yet Romaine is not without his virtues."
"Quite true," replied Madame de Fonblanque, composedly. "He can be the most generous of men—but I do not think he knows what justice is."
"Precisely—precisely, madam. After Romaine has spoiled a life, or has used the power of his money most remorselessly, he will then turn around and do the most generous and princely thing in the world. But I should not like to be in his power."
"Nor I," said Madame de Fonblanque, in a low voice.
"At present," continued the Colonel, "the relations between us are somewhat strained. I am much vexed with him, and have shown it. But Romaine, as you say, being totally unlike any created being, sees fit to ignore it, and actually rides over and borrows my man David—a worthy negro, of very inferior intellect, though—to shave him!"
It did not take long to make the four miles to Shrewsbury, and presently they dashed up to the door of the large, brightly lighted
