but it seems all one, for Mr. Challoner was telling me, only a few days since, that in the last business there with Squire O'Flarney, Linden was taken notice of by the justice. There's no one can save him, he seems so determined-like on his own ruin; and they say, its the cause why the old father is on his death-bed at this present time. There is no bitterness of heart like that which comes from thankless children. They never find out, till it is too late, how parents loved them:—but it was not her fault—no—I don't blame her—(he knit his brow)—no—I don't blame her.—Mr. Buchanan is no child of our own house, though he fills the place of that gracious infant which it pleased the Lord to take to himself. Mr. Buchanan is the son of a strange father:—I cannot consider him as one of our own—so arbitrary:—but that's not the thing."
"Gerald," said Calantha, "you are not sure that Buchanan is the culprit: we
