CHAPTER XXV.

Old Mrs. Parsons wept tears of joy when she was at last made to understand that the tall young man with the bronzed face was her “Master Neville,” and welcomed him with a mixture of affection and respect that made poor Neville’s heavy heart throb. “Why, lor’, Master Neville!” she exclaimed after the first outburst. “It do seem as if it was only the other day when you and Miss Audrey used to steal up to the lodge window and shout out just for the fun of seeing me jump in my chair.” “You used to jump first-rate, Mrs.…