You see how he takes it all. Why should you fight battles for him?"
"Perhaps I shouldn't. But—why should you take up the cudgels for Mr. Brinsley? He's quite able to take care of himself, if he will only tell the truth."
"If!" exclaimed Miss Cordelia, in ready resentment. "He's the most truthful man alive."
"Oh! And he told you he had been in the English navy."
"What has that to do with it? Of course he has, if he says so."
"He's unwise to say so, because he hasn't," answered Fanny, in her usual direct way.
"How in the world can you say that a man like Mr. Brinsley—an honourable man, I'm sure—is telling a deliberate falsehood? I'm surprised at you, Fanny—indeed I am! It isn't like you."
"Did you ever know me to tell you anything that wasn't exactly true?" asked the young girl, looking down into her elderly cousin's sweet, sad face, for she was much the taller.
"No—of course not—but—"
"Well, Cousin Cordelia, I tell you that your
