but I don't intend to be lectured into the tread-mill till I've had my fling first," muttered Charlie, rebelliously.
"If you fling yourself in the wrong direction, you may find it hard to get back again," began Rose, gravely.
"No fear, if you look after me as you seem to have promised to do, judging by the thanks you get in this note. Poor old governor! I should like to see him; for it's almost four years since he came home last, and he must be getting on."
Charlie was the only one of the boys who ever called his father "governor:" perhaps because the others knew and loved their fathers, while he had seen so little of his that the less respectful name came more readily to his lips; since the elder man seemed in truth a governor issuing requests or commands, which the younger too often neglected or resented.
Long ago Rose had discovered that Uncle Stephen found home made so distasteful by his wife's devotion to society, that he preferred to exile himself, taking business as an excuse for his protracted absences.
The girl was thinking of this, as she watched her cousin turn the ring about with a sudden sobriety which became him well; and, believing that the moment was propitious, she said earnestly,—
"He is getting on. Dear Charlie, do think of duty more than pleasure in this case, and I'm sure you never will regret it."
