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    ever since he come to live at the Hall."

    "What Hall?"

    "Why the Hall, to be sure,--Oldcastle Hall, you know."

    And then it dawned on my recollection that I had heard Judy mention her uncle Stoddart. But how could he be her uncle?

    "Is he a relation of the family?" I asked.

    "He's a brother-in-law, I believe, of the old lady, sir, but how ever he come to live there I don't know. It's no such binding connexion, you know, sir. He's been in the milintairy line, I believe, sir, in the Ingies, or somewheres."

    I do not think I shall have any more strange parishioners to present to my readers; at least I do not remember any more just at this moment. And this one, as the reader will see, I positively could not keep out.

    A military man from India! a brother-in-law of Mrs Oldcastle, choosing to live with her! an entrancing performer upon an old, asthmatic, dry-throated church organ! taking no trouble to make the clergyman's acquaintance, and passing him in the churchyard with a courteous bow, although his face was full of kindliness, if not of kindness! I could not help thinking all this strange. And yet--will the reader cease to accord me credit when I assert it?--although I had quite intended to inquire after him when I left the vicarage to go to the Hall, and had even thought of him when sitting with Mrs Oldcastle, I never thought of him again after going with Judy, and left the house without having made a single inquiry after him. Nor did I think of him again till just as I was passing under the outstretched neck of one of those serpivolants on the gate; and what made me think of him then, I cannot in the least imagine; but I resolved at once that I would call upon him the following week, lest he should think that the fact of his having omitted to call upon me had been the occasion of such an apparently pointed omission on my part. For I had long ago determined to be no further guided by the rules of society than as they might aid in bringing about true neighbourliness, and if possible friendliness and friendship. Wherever they might interfere with these, I would disregard them--as far on the other hand as the disregard of them might tend to bring about the results I desired.

    When, carrying out this resolution, I rang the doorbell at the Hall, and inquired whether Mr Stoddart was at home, the butler stared; and, as I simply continued gazing in return, and waiting, he answered at length, with some hesitation, as if he were picking and choosing his words:

    "Mr Stoddart never calls upon any one, sir."

    "I am not complaining of Mr Stoddart," I answered, wishing to put the man at his ease.

    "But nobody calls upon Mr Stoddart," he returned.

    "That's very unkind of somebody, surely," I said.

    "But he doesn't want anybody to call upon him,
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