"Well done, old Lyon," said the Rector; "I didn't think that any composition of his would ever give me so much pleasure."
"What an old fox it is!" said Sir Maximus. "Why couldn't he send the things to me at once along with the letter?"
"No, no, Max; he uses a justifiable caution," said the Rector, a refined and rather severe likeness of his brother, with a ring of fearlessness and decision in his voice which startled all flaccid men and unruly boys. "What are you going to do, Phil?" he added, seeing his nephew rise.
"To write, of course. Those other matters are yours, I suppose?" said Mr Debarry, looking at Christian.
"Yes, sir."
"I shall send you with a letter to the preacher. You can describe your own property. And the seal, uncle—was it your coat-of-arms?"
"No, it was this head of Achilles. Here, I can take it off the ring, and you can carry it, Christian. But don't lose that, for I've had it ever since eighteen hundred. I should like to send my compliments with it," the Rector went on, looking at his brother, "and beg that since he has so much wise caution at command, he would exercise a little in
