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Mesurier's articles of faith; and he was always up and dressed by
half-past six, though there was no breakfast till eight, and absolutely no necessity for his
rising at that hour beyond his own desire. There was still less, indeed none at all, for his
children to rise thus early; but nevertheless he had recently decreed that such, for the
future, must be the rule. The rule fell heaviest upon the sisters, for the elder brother had
always enjoyed a certain immunity from such edicts. His sense of justice, however,
kindled none the less at this final piece of tyranny. He blazed and fumed indignantly on
behalf of his sisters, in the sanctuary of that little study,--a spot where the despot seldom
set foot; and out of this comparatively trivial cause had sprung a mighty resolution, which
he and she whom he proudly honoured as "sister and friend" had, after some girding of
the loins, repaired to the front parlour this evening to communicate.
They had entered somewhat abruptly, and stood rather dramatically by the table on which
the father was writing,--the son with dark set face, in which could be seen both the father
and mother, and the daughter, timid and close to him, resolutely keeping back her tears, a
slim young copy of the mother.
"Well, my dears?" said the father, looking up with a keen, rather surprised glance, and in
a tone which qualified with some severity the "my dears."
The son had had some exceedingly fine beginnings in his head, but they fled

ignominiously with the calm that was necessary for their successful delivery, and he
blurted at once to the point.
"We have come to say that we are no longer comfortable at home, and have decided to
leave it."
"Henry," exclaimed the mother, hastily, "what do you mean, how can you be so
ungrateful?"
"Mary, my dear," interrupted the father, "please leave the matter to me." Then turning to
the son: "What is this you are saying? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"I mean that Esther and I have decided to leave home and live together; because it is
impossible for us to live here any longer in happiness--"
"On what do you propose to live?"
"My salary will be sufficient for the present."
"Sixty pounds a year!"
"Yes!"
"And may I ask what is wrong with your home? You have every comfort--far more than
your mother or father were accustomed to."
"Yes, indeed!" echoed the mother.
"Yes, we know you are very good and kind, and mean everything for our good; but you
don't understand other needs of our natures, and you make no allowance for our
individualities--"
"Indeed! Individualities--I should like you to have heard what my father would have said
to talk about individualities. A rope's end would have been his answer to that--"
"It would have been a very silly one, and no argument."
"It would have been effective, at all events."
"Not with me--"
"Well, please don't bandy words with me, sir. If you," particularly addressing his son,
"wish to go--then go; but remember that once you have left your father's roof, you leave it
for ever. As for your sister, she has no power to leave her mother and father without my
consent, and that I shall certainly withhold till she is of a proper age to know what is best
for herself--"
"She will go then without your consent," defiantly answered the son.

"Oh, Henry, for shame!" exclaimed Mrs. Mesurier.
"Mother dear, I'm sorry,--we don't mean to be disrespectful or undutiful,--but father's
petty tyrannies are more than we can bear. He objects to the friends we care for; he denies
us the theatre--"
"Most certainly, and shall continue to do so. I have never been inside a theatre in my life;
nor, with my consent, shall any child of mine enter one of them."
"You can evidently know little about them then, and you'd be a much finer man if you
had," flashed out the son.
"Your sitting in judgment on your father is certainly very pretty, I must say,"--answered
the father,--"very pretty; and I can only hope that you will not have cause to regret it
some future day. But I cannot allow you to disturb me," for, with something of a pang,
Henry noticed signs of agitation amid the severity of his parent, though the matter was
too momentous for him to allow the indulgence of pity.
"You have been a source of much anxiety to your mother and me, a child of many
prayers;" the father continued. "Whether it is the books you read, or the friends you
associate with, that are responsible for your strange and, to my thinking, impious
opinions, I do not know; but this I know, that your influence on your sister