THE GENTLEMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL. CHAPTER I. ABOUT an hour after nightfall, on the evening of the burial of Lucy's father, there were three men sitting together upon the extreme edge of that common, which we have had occasion to mention more than once, under a high sandy bank, lying to the westward of the Plague road, that is to say, nearer to the park of Sir Andrew Stalbrooke. The broken ground with its high bank, covered on the top with furze and brambles, with here and there a thin birch tree, or a hawthorn hanging over it, might either have afforded a very pleasant shelter on a warm, hot, |