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While Lady Ann Newcome and her children were at Brighton, Lady Kew, mother of Lady Ann, was also staying there, but refused to visit the house in which her daughter was stopping for fear that she herself might contract the disease from which her grandchildren were recovering. She received news of them, however, through her grandson, Lord Kew, and his friend Jack Belsize, who enjoyed dining with the old lady whenever they were given the opportunity. Having met their cousins one day before dining with Lady Kew their news was most interesting and enthusiastic.

“That little chap who has just had the measles–he’s a dear little brick,” said Jack Belsize. “And as for Miss Ethel–“

“Ethel is a trump, mam,” says Lord Kew, slapping his hand on his knee.

“Ethel is a brick, and Alfred is a trump, I think you say,” remarks Lady Kew, “and Barnes is a snob. This is very satisfactory to know.”

“We met the children out to-day,” cries the enthusiastic Kew, “as I was driving Jack in the drag, and I got out and talked to ’em. The little fellow wanted a drive and I said I would drive him and Ethel, too, if she would come. Upon my word she’s as pretty a girl as you can see on a summer’s day. And the governess said, no, of course; governesses always do. But I said I was her uncle, and Jack paid her such a fine compliment that she finally let the children take their seats beside me, and Jack went behind. We drove on to the Downs; my horses are young, and when they get on the grass they are as if they were mad. They ran away, ever so far, and I thought the carriage must upset. The poor little boy, who has lost his pluck in the fever, began to cry; but that young girl, though she was as white as a sheet, never gave up for a moment, and sat in her place like a man. We met nothing, luckily; and I pulled the horses in after a mile or two, and I drove ’em into Brighton as quiet as if I had been driving a hearse. And that little trump of an Ethel, what do you think she said? She said: ‘I was not frightened, but you must not tell mamma.’ My aunt, it appears, was in a dreadful commotion. I ought to have thought of that.”

There is a brother of Sir Brian Newcome’s staying with them, Lord Kew perceives; an East India Colonel, a very fine-looking old boy. He was on the lookout for them, and when they came in sight he despatched a boy who was with him, running like a lamplighter, back to their aunt to say all was well. And he took little Alfred out of the carriage, and then helped out Ethel, and said, “My dear, you are too pretty to scold; but you have given us all a great fright.” And then he made Kew and Jack a low bow, and stalked into the lodgings. Then they went up and made their peace and were presented in form to the Colonel and his youthful cub.

“As fine a fellow as I ever saw,” cries Jack Belsize. “The young chap is a great hand at drawing–upon my life the best drawings I ever saw. And he was making a picture for little What-do-you-call-‘im, and Miss Newcome was looking over them. And Lady Ann pointed out the group to me, and said how pretty it was.”

In consequence of this conversation, which aroused her curiosity, Lady Kew sent a letter that night to Lady Ann Newcome, desiring that Ethel should be sent to see her grandmother; Ethel, who was no weakling in character despite her youth, and who always rebelled against her grandmother and always fought on her Aunt Julia’s side when that amiable invalid lady, who lived with her mother, was oppressed by the dominating older woman.