"My dear, how can you say so? have you any proof?" asked his wife,
deprecatingly adding in her softest tones, "my poor boy seems to
get the blame of everything that goes wrong."
"He gets no more than he deserves," replied her husband angrily.
"Arthur! Arthur, I say, where are you?"
"He is in the garden, sir, I think. I saw him walking in the
shrubbery a moment since," said Mr. Horace Dinsmore.
The father instantly despatched a servant to bring him in; sending
a second in search of the overseer; while a third was ordered to
assemble all the house-servants. "I will sift this matter to the
bottom, and child or servant, the guilty one shall suffer for it,"
exclaimed the old gentleman, pacing angrily up and down the room.
"Arthur," said he sternly, as the boy made his appearance, looking
somewhat pale and alarmed, "how dared you meddle with my watch?"
"I didn't, sir; I never touched it," he replied boldly, yet
avoiding his father's eye as he uttered the deliberate falsehood.
"There, my dear, I told you so," exclaimed his mother,
triumphantly.
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