overwith
him
,
and
he
would
not
be
able
to
go
up
at
all
.
'
'
And
Cheviot
thought
you
ought
to
send
for
papa
!
'
'
Yes
,
I
knew
he
would
not
be
in
,
and
so
we
left
him
lying
down
on
the
bench
in
the
cloister
till
dinner
was
over
.
'
'
What
a
place
for
catching
cold
!
'
said
Flora
.
'
So
Cheviot
said
,
but
I
could
n't
help
it
;
and
when
we
went
to
call
him
afterwards
,
he
was
all
right
.
Was
n't
it
fun
,
when
the
names
were
called
over
,
and
May
senior
,
at
the
head
!
I
do
n't
think
it
will
be
better
when
I
am
a
post-captain
myself
!
But
Margaret
has
not
heard
half
yet
.
'
After
telling
it
once
in
her
room
,
once
in
the
nursery
,
in
whispers
like
gusts
of
wind
,
and
once
in
the
pantry
,
Harry
employed
himself
in
writing
—
'
Norman
is
Dux
!
'
in
immense
letters
,
on
pieces
of
paper
,
which
he
disposed
all
over
the
house
,
to
meet
the
eyes
of
his
father
and
Richard
on
their
return
.
Ethel
's
joy
was
sadly
damped
by
Norman
's
manner
.
He
hardly
spoke
—
only
just
came
in
to
wish
Margaret
good-night
,
and
shrank
from
her
affectionate
sayings
,
departing
abruptly
to
his
own
room
.
'
Poor
fellow
!
he
is
sadly
overdone
,
'
said
she
,
as
he
went
.
'
Oh
!
'
sighed
Ethel
,
nearly
ready
to
cry
,
'
tis
not
like
what
I
used
to
fancy
it
would
be
when
he
came
to
the
head
of
the
school
!
'
'
It
will
be
different
to-morrow
,
'
said
Margaret
,
trying
to
console
herself
as
well
as
Ethel
.
'
Think
how
he
has
been
on
the
strain
this
whole
day
,
and
long
before
,
doing
so
much
more
than
older
boys
.
No
wonder
he
is
tired
and
worn
out
.
'
Ethel
did
not
understand
what
mental
fatigue
was
,
for
her
active
,
vigorous
spirit
had
never
been
tasked
beyond
its
powers
.
'
I
hope
he
will
be
like
himself
to-morrow
!
'
said
she
,
disconsolately
.
'
I
never
saw
him
rough
and
hasty
before
.
It
was
even
with
you
,
Margaret
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
Ethel
,
you
ar
n't
going
to
blame
your
own
Norman
for
unkindness
on
this
of
all
days
in
the
year
.
You
know
how
it
was
,
you
love
him
better
;
just
as
I
do
,
for
not
being
able
to
bear
to
stay
in
this
room
,
where
—
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Ethel
,
mournfully
;
'
it
was
a
great
shame
of
me
!
How
could
I
?
Dear
Norman
!
how
he
does
grieve
—
what
love
his
must
have
been
!
But
yet
,
Margaret
,
'
she
said
,
impatiently
,
and
the
hot
tears
breaking
out
,
'
I
cannot
—
cannot
bear
it
!
To
have
him
not
caring
one
but
for
all
of
us
!
I
want
him
to
triumph
!
I
ca
n't
without
him
!
'
'
What
,
Ethel
,
you
,
who
said
you
did
n't
care
for
mere
distinction
and
praise
?
Do
n't
you
think
dear
mamma
would
say
it
was
safer
for
him
not
to
be
delighted
and
triumphant
?
'
'
It
is
very
tiresome
,
'
said
Ethel
,
nearly
convinced
,
but
in
a
slightly
petulant
voice
.
'
And
does
not
one
love
those
two
dear
boys
to-night
!
'
said
Margaret
.
'
Norman
,
not
able
to
rejoice
in
his
victory
without
her
,
and
Harry
in
such
an
ecstacy
with
Norman
's
honours
.
I
do
n't
think
I
ever
was
so
fond
of
my
two
brothers
.
'
Ethel
smiled
,
and
drew
up
her
head
,
and
said
no
boys
were
like
them
anywhere
,
and
papa
would
be
delighted
,
and
so
went
to
bed
happier
in
her
exultation
,
and
in
hoping
that
the
holidays
would
make
Norman
himself
again
.
Nothing
could
be
better
news
for
Dr.
May
,
who
had
never
lost
a
grain
of
the
ancient
school-party-loyalty
that
is
part
of
the
nature
of
the
English
gentleman
.
He
was
a
thorough
Stoneborough
boy
,
had
followed
the
politics
of
the
Whichcote
foundation
year
by
year
all
his
life
,
and
perhaps
,
in
his
heart
,
regarded
no
honour
as
more
to
be
prized
than
that
of
Dux
and
Randall
scholar
.
Harry
was
in
his
room
the
next
morning
as
soon
as
ever
he
was
stirring
,
a
welcome
guest
—
teased
a
little
at
first
,
by
his
pretending
to
take
it
all
as
a
sailor
's
prank
to
hoax
him
and
Richard
,
and
then
free
to
pour
out
to
delighted
ears
the
whole
history
of
the
examination
,
and
of
everyone
's
congratulations
.
Norman
himself
was
asleep
when
Harry
went
to
give
this
narration
.
He
came
down
late
,
and
his
father
rose
to
meet
him
as
he
entered
.
'
My
boy
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
had
not
expected
this
of
you
.
Well
done
,
Norman
!
'
and
the
whole
tone
and
gesture
had
a
heartfelt
approval
and
joy
in
them
,
that
Ethel
knew
her
brother
was
deeply
thrilled
by
,
for
his
colour
deepened
,
and
his
lips
quivered
into
something
like
a
smile
,
though
he
did
not
lift
his
eyes
.
Then
came
Richard
's
warm
greeting
and
congratulation
,
he
,
too
,
showing
himself
as
delighted
as
if
the
honours
were
his
own
;
and
then
Dr.
May
again
,
in
lively
tones
,
like
old
times
,
laughing
at
Norman
for
sleeping
late
,
and
still
not
looking
well
awake
,
asking
him
if
he
was
quite
sure
it
was
not
all
a
dream
.
'
Well
,
said
Norman
,
'
I
should
think
it
was
,
if
it
were
not
that
you
all
believe
it
.
'
'
Harry
had
better
go
to
sleep
next
,
'
said
Dr.
May
,
'
and
see
what
dreaming
will
make
him
.
If
it
makes
Dux
of
Norman
,
who
knows
but
it
may
make
Drakes
of
him
?
Ha
!
Ethel
—
'
O
,
give
us
for
our
Kings
such
Queens
,
And
for
our
Ducks
such
Drakes
.
'
There
had
not
been
such
a
merry
breakfast
for
months
.
There
was
the
old
confusion
of
voices
;
the
boys
,
Richard
,
and
the
Doctor
had
much
to
talk
over
of
the
school
doings
of
this
week
,
and
there
was
nearly
as
much
laughing
as
in
days
past
.
Ethel
wondered
whether
anyone
but
herself
observed
that
the
voice
most
seldom
heard
was
Norman
's
.
The
promised
call
was
made
by
Dr.
Hoxton
,
and
MR.
Everard
,
an
old
friend
,
and
after
their
departure
Dr.
May
came
to
margaret
's
room
with
fresh
accounts
,
corroborating
what
Harry
had
said
of
the
clear
knowledge
and
brilliant
talent
that
Norman
had
displayed
,
to
a
degree
that
surprised
his
masters
,
almost
as
much
as
the
examiners
.
The
copy
of
verses
Dr.
May
brought
with
him
,
and
construed
them
to
Margaret
,
commenting
all
the
way
on
their
ease
,
and
the
fulness
of
thought
,
certainly
remarkable
in
a
boy
of
sixteen
.
They
were
then
resigned
to
Ethel
's
keeping
,
and
she
could
not
help
imparting
her
admiration
to
their
author
,
with
some
apology
for
vexing
him
again
.
'
I
do
n't
want
to
be
cross
,
'
said
Norman
,
whom
these
words
roused
to
a
sense
that
he
had
been
churlish
last
night
;
'
but
I
cannot
help
it
.
I
wish
people
would
not
make
such
a
fuss
about
it
.
'
'
I
do
n't
think
you
can
be
well
,
Norman
.
'
'
Nonsense
.
There
's
nothing
the
matter
with
me
.
'
'
But
I
do
n't
understand
your
not
caring
at
all
,
and
not
being
the
least
pleased
.
'
'
It
only
makes
it
worse
,
'
said
Norman
;
'
I
only
feel
as
if
I
wanted
to
be
out
of
the
way
.
My
only
comfortable
time
yesterday
was
on
that
bench
in
the
cool
quiet
cloister
.
I
do
n't
think
I
could
have
got
through
without
that
,
when
they
left
me
in
peace
,
till
Cheviot
and
Harry
came
to
rout
me
up
,
and
I
knew
it
was
all
coming
.
'
'
Ah
!
you
have
overworked
yourself
,
but
it
was
for
something
.
You
have
given
papa
such
pleasure
and
comfort
,
as
you
ca
n't
help
being
glad
of
.
That
is
very
different
from
us
foolish
young
ones
and
our
trumpeting
.
'
'
What
comfort
can
it
be
?
I
've
not
been
the
smallest
use
all
this
time
.
When
he
was
ill
,
I
left
him
to
Ernescliffe
,
and
lay
on
the
floor
like
an
ass
;
and
if
he
were
to
ask
me
to
touch
his
arm
,
I
should
be
as
bad
again
.
A
fine
thing
for
me
to
have
talked
all
that
arrogant
stuff
about
Richard
!
I
hate
the
thought
of
it
;
and
,
as
if
to
make
arrows
and
barbs
of
it
,
here
's
Richard
making
as
much
of
this
as
if
it
was
a
double
first
class
!
He
afraid
to
be
compared
with
me
,
indeed
!
'
'
Norman
,
indeed
,
this
is
going
too
far
.
We
ca
n't
be
as
useful
as
the
elder
ones
;
and
when
you
know
how
papa
was
vexed
about
Richard
,
you
must
be
glad
to
have
pleased
him
.
'
'
If
I
were
he
,
it
would
only
make
me
miss
her
more
.
I
believe
he
only
makes
much
of
me
that
he
may
not
disappoint
me
.
'
'
I
do
n't
think
so
.
He
is
really
glad
,
and
the
more
because
she
would
have
been
so
pleased
.
He
said
it
would
have
been
a
happy
day
for
her
,
and
there
was
more
of
the
glad
look
than
the
sorry
one
.
It
was
the
glistening
look
that
comes
when
he
is
watching
baby
,
or
hearing
Margaret
say
pretty
things
to
her
.
You
see
it
is
the
first
bright
morning
we
have
had
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Norman
;
'
perhaps
it
was
,
but
I
do
n't
know
.
I
thought
half
of
it
was
din
.
'
'
Oh
Norman
!
'
'
And
another
thing
,
Ethel
,
I
do
n't
feel
as
if
I
had
fairly
earned
it
.
Forder
or
Cheviot
ought
to
have
had
it
.
They
are
both
more
really
good
scholars
than
I
am
,
and
have
always
been
above
me
.
There
was
nothing
I
really
knew
better
,
except
those
historical
questions
that
no
one
reckoned
on
;
and
not
living
at
home
with
their
sisters
and
books
,
they
had
no
such
chance
,
and
it
is
very
hard
on
them
,
and
I
do
n't
like
it
.
'
'
Well
,
but
you
really
and
truly
beat
them
in
everything
.
'
'
Aye
,
by
chance
.
There
were
lots
of
places
in
construing
,
where
I
should
have
broken
down
if
I
had
happened
to
be
set
on
in
them
;
it
was
only
a
wonder
I
did
not
in
that
chorus
,
for
I
had
only
looked
at
it
twice
;
but
Everard
asked
me
nothing
but
what
I
knew
;
and
now
and
then
I
get
into
a
funny
state
,
when
nothing
is
too
hard
for
me
,
and
that
was
how
it
was
yesterday
evening
.
Generally
,
I
feel
as
dull
as
a
post
,
'
said
Norman
,
yawning
and
stretching
;
'
I
could
not
make
a
nonsense
hexameter
this
minute
,
if
I
was
to
die
for
it
.
'
'
A
sort
of
Berserkar
fury
!
'
said
Ethel
,
'
like
that
night
you
did
the
coral-worm
verses
.
It
's
very
odd
.
Are
you
sure
you
are
well
,
dear
Norman
?
'
To
which
he
answered
,
with
displeasure
,
that
he
was
as
well
as
possible
,
ordered
her
not
to
go
and
make
any
more
fuss
,
and
left
her
hastily
.
She
was
unhappy
,
and
far
from
satisfied
;
she
had
never
known
his
temper
so
much
affected
,
and
was
much
puzzled
;
but
she
was
too
much
afraid
of
vexing
him
,
to
impart
her
perplexity
even
to
Margaret
.
However
,
the
next
day
,
Sunday
,
as
she
was
reading
to
Margaret
after
Church
,
her
father
came
in
,
and
the
first
thing
he
said
was
,
'
I
want
to
know
what
you
think
of
Norman
:
'
'
How
do
you
mean
?
'
said
Margaret
;
'
in
health
or
spirits
?
'
'
Both
,
'
said
Dr.
May
.
'
Poor
boy
!
he
has
never
held
up
his
head
since
October
,
and
,
at
his
age
,
that
is
hardly
natural
.
He
goes
moping
about
,
has
lost
flesh
and
appetite
,
and
looks
altogether
out
of
order
,
shooting
up
like
a
May-pole
too
.
'
'
Mind
and
body
,
'
said
Margaret
,
while
Ethel
gazed
intently
at
her
father
,
wondering
whether
she
ought
to
speak
,
for
Margaret
did
not
know
half
what
she
did
;
nothing
about
the
bad
nights
,
nor
what
he
called
the
'
funny
state
.
'
'
Yes
,
both
.
I
fancied
it
was
only
his
rapid
growth
,
and
the
excitement
of
this
examination
,
and
that
it
would
go
off
,
but
I
think
there
's
more
amiss
.
He
was
lounging
about
doing
nothing
,
when
the
girls
were
gone
to
school
after
dinner
,
and
I
asked
him
to
walk
down
with
me
to
the
Almshouses
.
He
did
not
seem
very
willing
,
but
he
went
,
and
presently
,
as
I
had
hold
of
his
arm
,
I
felt
him
shivering
,
and
saw
him
turn
as
pale
as
a
sheet
.
As
soon
as
I
noticed
it
,
he
flushed
crimson
,
and
would
not
hear
of
turning
back
,
stoutly
protesting
he
was
quite
well
,
but
I
saw
his
hand
was
quivering
even
when
I
got
into
Church
.
Why
,
Ethel
,
you
have
turned
as
red
as
he
did
.
'
'
Then
he
has
done
it
!
'
exclaimed
Ethel
,
in
a
smothered
voice
.
'
What
do
you
mean
?
Speak
,
Ethel
.
'
'
He
has
gone
past
it
—
the
place
,
'
whispered
she
.
The
Doctor
made
a
sound
of
sorrowful
assent
,
as
if
much
struck
;
then
said
,
'
you
do
n't
mean
he
has
never
been
there
since
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Ethel
,
'
he
has
always
gone
round
Randall
's
alley
or
the
garden
;
he
has
said
nothing
,
but
has
contrived
to
avoid
it
.
'
Well
,
'
said
Dr.
May
,
after
a
pause
,
'
I
hoped
none
of
us
knew
the
exact
spot
.
'
'
We
do
n't
;
he
never
told
us
,
but
he
was
there
.
'
'
Was
he
?
'
exclaimed
her
father
;
'
I
had
not
notion
of
that
.
How
came
he
there
?
'
'
He
went
on
with
Mr.
Ernescliffe
,
and
saw
it
all
,
'
said
Ethel
,
as
her
father
drew
out
her
words
,
apparently
with
his
eye
;
'
and
then
came
up
to
my
room
so
faint
that
he
was
obliged
to
lie
on
the
floor
ever
so
long
.
'
'
Faint
—
how
long
did
it
last
?
'
said
her
father
,
examining
her
without
apparent
emotion
,
as
if
it
had
been
an
indifferent
patient
.
'
I
do
n't
know
,
things
seemed
so
long
that
evening
.
Till
after
dark
at
least
,
and
it
came
on
in
the
morning
—
no
,
the
Monday
.
I
believe
it
was
your
arm
—
for
talking
of
going
to
see
you
always
brought
it
on
,
till
Mr.
Ward
gave
him
a
dose
of
brandy-and-water
,
and
that
stopped
it
.
'
'
I
wish
I
had
known
this
before
.
Derangement
of
the
nervous
system
,
no
doubt
—
a
susceptible
boy
like
that
—
I
wonder
what
sort
of
nights
he
has
been
having
.
'
'
Terrible
ones
,
'
said
Ethel
;
'
I
do
n't
think
he
ever
sleeps
quietly
till
morning
;
he
has
dreams
,
and
he
groans
and
talks
in
his
sleep
:
Harry
can
tell
you
all
that
.
'
'
Bless
me
!
'
cried
Dr.
May
,
in
some
anger
;
'
what
have
you
all
been
thinking
about
to
keep
this
to
yourselves
all
this
time
?
'
'
He
could
not
bear
to
have
it
mentioned
,
'
said
Ethel
,
timidly
;
'
and
I
did
n't
know
that
it
signified
so
much
;
does
it
?
'
'
It
signifies
so
much
,
that
I
had
rather
have
given
a
thousand
pounds
than
have
let
him
go
on
all
this
time
,
to
be
overworked
at
school
,
and
wound
up
to
that
examination
!
'
'
Oh
dear
!
I
am
sorry
!
'
said
Ethel
,
in
great
dismay
.
'
If
you
had
but
been
at
home
when
Cheviot
wanted
Harry
to
have
sent
for
you
—
because
he
did
not
think
him
fit
for
it
!
'
And
Ethel
was
much
relieved
by
pouring
out
all
she
knew
,
though
her
alarm
was
by
no
means
lessened
by
the
effect
it
produced
on
her
father
,
especially
when
he
heard
of
the
"
funny
state
.
"
'
'
A
fine
state
of
things
,
'
he
said
;
'
I
wonder
it
has
not
brought
on
a
tremendous
illness
by
this
time
.
A
boy
of
that
sensitive
temperament
meeting
with
such
a
such
a
shock
—
never
looked
after
—
the
quietest
and
most
knocked
down
of
all
,
and
therefore
the
most
neglected
—
his
whole
system
disordered
—
and
then
driven
to
school
to
be
harassed
and
overworked
;
if
we
had
wanted
to
occasion
brain
fever
we
could
not
have
gone
a
better
way
to
set
about
it
.
'
I
should
not
wonder
if
health
and
nerves
were
damaged
for
life
!
'
'
Oh
!
papa
,
papa
!
'
cried
Ethel
,
in
extreme
distress
,
'
what
shall
I
do
!
I
wish
I
had
told
you
,
but
—
'
'
I
'm
not
blaming
you
,
Ethel
,
you
knew
no
better
,
but
it
has
been
grievous
neglect
.
It
is
plain
enough
there
is
no
one
to
see
after
you
,
'
said
the
Doctor
,
with
a
low
groan
.
'
We
may
be
taking
it
in
time
,
'
said
Margaret
's
soft
voice
—
'
it
is
very
well
it
has
gone
on
no
longer
.
'
'
Three
months
is
long
enough
,
'
said
Dr.
May
.
'
I
suppose
,
'
continued
Margaret
,
'
it
will
be
better
not
to
let
dear
Norman
know
we
are
uneasy
about
him
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
certainly
not
.
Do
n't
say
a
word
of
this
to
him
.
I
shall
find
Harry
,
and
ask
about
these
disturbed
nights
,
and
then
watch
him
,
trusting
it
may
not
have
gone
too
far
;
but
there
must
be
dreadful
excitability
of
brain
!
'
He
went
away
,
leaving
Margaret
to
comfort
Ethel
as
well
as
she
could
,
by
showing
her
that
he
had
not
said
the
mischief
was
done
,
putting
her
in
mind
that
he
was
wont
to
speak
strongly
;
and
trying
to
make
her
thankful
that
her
brother
would
now
have
such
care
as
might
avert
all
evil
results
.
'
But
,
oh
,
'
said
Ethel
,
'
his
success
has
been
dearly
purchased
!
'
CHAPTER
.
XII
.
'
It
hath
do
me
mochil
woe
.
'
'
Yea
hath
it
?
Use
,
'
quod
he
,
'
this
medicine
;
Every
daie
this
Maie
or
that
thou
dine
,
Go
lokin
in
upon
the
freshe
daisie
,
And
though
thou
be
for
woe
in
poinct
to
die
,
That
shall
full
gretly
lessen
thee
of
thy
pine
.
'
Chaucer
.
That
night
Norman
started
from
,
what
was
not
so
much
sleep
,
as
a
trance
of
oppression
and
suffering
,
and
beheld
his
father
's
face
watching
him
attentively
.
'
Papa
!
What
's
the
matter
?
'
said
he
,
starting
up
.
'
Is
anyone
ill
?
'
'
No
;
no
one
,
lie
down
again
,
'
said
Dr.
May
,
possessing
himself
of
a
hand
,
with
a
burning
spot
in
the
palm
,
and
a
throbbing
pulse
.
'
But
what
made
you
come
here
?
Have
I
disturbed
anyone
?
Have
I
been
talking
?
'
'
Only
mumbling
a
little
,
but
you
looked
very
uncomfortable
.
'
'
But
I
'm
not
ill
—
what
are
you
feeling
my
pulse
for
?
'
said
Norman
,
uneasily
.
'
To
see
whether
that
restless
sleep
has
quickened
it
.
'
Norman
scarcely
let
his
father
count
for
a
moment
,
before
he
asked
,
'
What
o'clock
is
it
?
'
'
A
little
after
twelve
.
'
'
What
does
make
you
stay
up
so
late
,
papa
?
'
'
I
often
do
when
my
arm
seems
likely
to
keep
me
awake
.
Richard
has
done
all
I
want
.
'
'
Pray
do
n't
stay
here
in
the
cold
,
'
said
Norman
,
with
feverish
impatience
,
as
he
turned
upwards
the
cool
side
of
his
pillow
.
'
Good
night
!
'
'
No
hurry
,
'
said
his
father
,
still
watching
him
.
'
There
's
nothing
the
matter
,
'
repeated
the
boy
.
'
Do
you
often
have
such
unquiet
nights
?
'
'
Oh
,
it
does
not
signify
.
Good
night
,
'
and
he
tried
to
look
settled
and
comfortable
.
'
Norman
,
'
said
his
father
,
in
a
voice
betraying
much
grief
,
'
it
will
not
do
to
go
on
in
this
way
.
If
your
mother
was
here
,
you
would
not
close
yourself
against
her
.
'
Norman
interrupted
him
in
a
voice
strangled
with
sobs
:
'
It
is
no
good
saying
it
—
I
thought
it
would
only
make
it
worse
for
you
;
but
that
's
it
.
I
cannot
bear
the
being
without
her
.
'
Dr.
May
was
glad
to
see
that
a
gush
of
tears
followed
this
exclamation
,
as
Norman
hid
his
face
under
the
coverings
.
'
My
poor
boy
,
'
said
he
,
hardly
able
to
speak
,
'
only
One
can
comfort
you
truly
;
but
you
must
not
turn
from
me
;
you
must
let
me
do
what
I
can
for
you
,
though
it
is
not
the
same
.
'
'
I
thought
it
would
grieve
you
more
,
'
said
Norman
,
turning
his
face
towards
him
again
.
'
What
,
to
find
my
children
feeling
with
me
,
and
knowing
what
they
have
lost
?
Surely
not
,
Norman
.
'
'
And
it
is
of
no
use
,
'
added
Norman
,
hiding
his
face
again
,
'
no
one
can
comfort
—
'
'
There
you
are
wrong
,
'
said
Dr.
May
with
deep
feeling
,
'
there
is
much
of
comfort
in
everything
,
in
everybody
,
in
kindness
,
in
all
around
,
if
one
can
only
open
one
's
mind
to
it
.
But
I
did
not
come
to
keep
you
awake
with
such
talk
;
I
saw
you
were
not
quite
well
,
so
I
came
up
to
see
about
you
;
and
now
,
Norman
,
you
will
not
refuse
to
own
that
something
is
the
matter
.
'
'
I
did
not
know
it
,
'
said
Norman
,
'
I
really
believe
I
am
well
,
if
I
could
get
rid
of
these
horrible
nights
.
I
either
lie
awake
,
tumbling
and
tossing
,
or
I
get
all
sorts
of
unbearable
dreams
.
'
'
Aye
,
when
I
asked
master
Harry
about
you
,
all
the
answer
I
could
get
was
,
that
he
was
quite
used
to
it
,
and
did
not
mind
it
at
all
.
As
if
I
asked
for
his
sake
!
How
fast
that
boy
sleeps
—
he
is
fit
for
a
midshipman
's
berth
!
'
'
But
do
you
think
there
is
anything
amiss
with
me
?
'
'
I
shall
know
more
about
that
to-morrow
morning
.
Come
to
my
room
as
soon
as
you
are
up
,
unless
I
come
to
you
.
Now
,
I
have
something
to
read
before
I
go
to
bed
,
and
I
may
as
well
try
if
it
will
put
you
to
sleep
.
'
Norman
's
last
sight
that
night
was
of
the
outline
of
his
father
's
profile
,
and
he
was
scarcely
awake
the
next
morning
before
Dr.
May
was
there
again
.
Unwilling
as
he
had
been
to
give
way
,
it
was
a
relief
to
relinquish
the
struggle
to
think
himself
well
,
and
to
venture
to
lounge
and
dawdle
,
rest
his
heavy
head
,
and
stretch
his
inert
limbs
without
fear
of
remark
.
His
father
found
him
after
breakfast
lying
on
the
sofa
in
the
drawing-room
with
a
Greek
play
by
his
side
,
telling
Ethel
what
words
to
look
out
.
'
At
it
again
!
'
exclaimed
Dr.
May
.
'
Carry
it
away
,
Ethel
.
I
will
have
no
Latin
or
Greek
touched
these
holidays
.
'
'
You
know
,
'
said
Norman
,
'
if
I
do
n't
sap
,
I
shall
have
no
chance
of
keeping
up
.
'
'
You
'll
keep
no
where
,
if
you
do
n't
rest
.
'
'
It
is
only
Euripides
,
and
I
ca
n't
do
anything
else
,
'
said
Norman
,
languidly
.
'
Very
likely
,
I
do
n't
care
.
You
have
to
get
well
first
of
all
,
and
the
Greek
will
take
care
of
itself
.
Go
up
to
Margaret
.
I
put
you
in
her
keeping
,
while
I
am
gone
to
Whitford
.
After
that
,
I
dare
say
Richard
will
be
very
glad
to
have
a
holiday
,
and
let
you
drive
me
to
Abbotstoke
.
'
Norman
rose
,
and
wearily
walked
up
stairs
,
while
his
sister
lingered
to
excuse
herself
.
'
Papa
,
I
did
not
think
Euripides
would
hurt
him
—
he
knows
it
all
so
well
,
and
he
said
he
could
not
read
anything
else
.
'
'
Just
so
,
Ethel
.
Poor
fellow
,
he
has
not
spirits
or
energy
for
anything
;
his
mind
was
forced
into
those
classicalities
when
it
wanted
rest
,
and
now
it
has
not
spring
enough
to
turn
back
again
.
'
'
Do
you
think
him
so
very
ill
?
'
'
Not
exactly
,
but
there
's
low
fever
hanging
about
him
,
and
we
must
look
after
him
well
,
and
I
hope
we
may
get
him
right
.
I
have
told
Margaret
about
him
;
I
ca
n't
stop
any
longer
now
.
'
Norman
found
the
baby
in
his
sister
's
room
,
and
this
was
just
what
suited
him
.
The
Daisy
showed
a
marked
preference
for
her
brothers
;
and
to
find
her
so
merry
and
good
with
him
,
pleased
and
flattered
him
far
more
than
his
victory
at
school
.
He
carried
her
about
,
danced
her
,
whistled
to
her
,
and
made
her
admire
her
pretty
blue
eyes
in
the
glass
most
successfully
,
till
nurse
carried
her
off
.
But
perhaps
he
had
been
sent
up
rather
too
soon
,
for
as
he
sat
in
the
great
chair
by
the
fire
,
he
was
teased
by
the
constant
coming
and
going
,
all
the
petty
cares
of
a
large
household
transacted
by
Margaret
—
orders
to
butcher
and
cook
—
Harry
racing
in
to
ask
to
take
Tom
to
the
river
—
Tom
,
who
was
to
go
when
his
lesson
was
done
,
coming
perpetually
to
try
to
repeat
the
same
unhappy
bit
of
As
in
Præsenti
,
each
time
in
a
worse
whine
.
'
How
can
you
bear
it
,
Margaret
?
'
said
Norman
,
as
she
finally
dismissed
Tom
,
and
laid
down
her
account-book
,
taking
up
some
delicate
fancy
work
.
'
Mercy
,
here
's
another
,
'
as
enter
a
message
about
lamp
oil
,
in
the
midst
of
which
Mary
burst
in
to
beg
Margaret
to
get
Miss
Winter
to
let
her
go
to
the
river
with
Harry
and
Tom
.
'
No
,
indeed
,
Mary
,
I
could
not
think
of
such
a
thing
.
You
had
better
go
back
to
your
lessons
,
and
do
n't
be
silly
,
'
as
she
looked
much
disposed
to
cry
.
'
No
one
but
a
Tom-boy
would
dream
of
it
,
'
added
Norman
;
and
Mary
departed
disconsolate
,
while
Margaret
gave
a
sigh
of
weariness
,
and
said
,
as
she
returned
to
her
work
,
'
There
,
I
believe
I
have
done
.
I
hope
I
was
not
cross
with
poor
Mary
,
but
it
was
rather
too
much
to
ask
.
'
'
I
ca
n't
think
how
you
can
help
being
cross
to
everyone
,
'
said
Norman
,
as
he
took
away
the
books
she
had
done
with
.
'
'
I
am
afraid
I
am
,
'
said
Margaret
,
sadly
.
'
It
does
get
trying
at
times
.
'
'
I
should
think
so
!
This
eternal
worrying
must
be
more
than
anyone
can
bear
,
always
lying
there
too
.
'
'
It
is
only
now
and
then
that
it
grows
tiresome
,
'
said
Margaret
.
'
I
am
too
happy
to
be
of
some
use
,
and
it
is
too
bad
to
repine
,
but
sometimes
a
feeling
comes
of
its
being
always
the
same
,
as
if
a
little
change
would
be
such
a
treat
.
'
'
Ar
n't
you
very
tired
of
lying
in
bed
?
'
'
Yes
,
very
sometimes
.
I
fancy
,
but
it
is
only
fancy
,
that
I
could
move
better
if
I
was
up
and
dressed
.
It
has
seemed
more
so
lately
,
since
I
have
been
stronger
.
'
'
When
do
you
think
they
will
let
you
get
up
?
'
'
There
's
the
question
.
I
believe
papa
thinks
I
might
be
lifted
to
the
sofa
now
—
and
oh
!
how
I
long
for
it
—
but
then
Mr.
Ward
does
not
approve
of
my
sitting
up
,
even
as
I
am
doing
now
,
and
wants
to
keep
me
flat
.
Papa
thinks
that
of
no
use
,
and
likely
to
hurt
my
general
health
,
and
I
believe
the
end
of
it
will
be
that
he
will
ask
Sir
Matthew
Fleet
's
opinion
.
'
'
Is
that
the
man
he
calls
Mat
?
'
'
Yes
,
you
know
they
went
through
the
University
together
,
and
were
at
Edinburgh
and
Paris
,
but
they
have
never
met
since
he
set
up
in
London
,
and
grew
so
famous
.
I
believe
it
would
be
a
great
treat
to
papa
to
have
him
,
and
it
would
be
a
good
thing
for
papa
too
;
I
do
n't
think
his
arm
is
going
on
right
—
he
does
not
trust
to
Mr.
Ward
's
treatment
,
and
I
am
sure
some
one
else
ought
to
see
it
.
'
'
Did
you
know
,
Margaret
,
that
he
sits
up
quite
late
,
because
he
cannot
sleep
for
it
?
'
'
Yes
,
I
hear
him
moving
about
,
but
do
n't
tell
him
so
;
I
would
not
have
him
guess
for
the
world
,
that
it
kept
me
awake
.
'
'
And
does
it
?
'
'
Why
,
if
I
think
he
is
awake
and
in
pain
,
I
cannot
settle
myself
to
sleep
,
but
that
is
no
matter
;
having
no
exercise
,
of
course
I
do
n't
sleep
so
much
.
But
I
am
very
anxious
about
him
—
he
looks
so
thin
,
and
gets
so
fagged
—
and
no
wonder
.
'
'
Ah
!
Mr.
Everard
told
me
he
was
quite
shocked
to
see
him
,
and
would
hardly
have
known
him
,
'
and
Norman
groaned
from
the
bottom
of
his
heart
.
'
Well
,
I
shall
hope
much
from
Sir
matthew
's
taking
him
in
hand
,
'
said
Margaret
,
cheerfully
;
'
he
will
mind
him
,
though
he
will
not
Mr.
Ward
.
'
'
I
wish
the
holidays
were
over
!
'
said
Norman
,
with
a
yawn
,
as
expressive
as
a
sigh
.
'
That
's
not
civil
,
on
the
third
day
,
'
said
Margaret
,
smiling
,
'
when
I
am
so
glad
to
have
you
to
look
after
me
,
so
as
to
set
Flora
at
liberty
.
'
'
What
,
can
I
do
you
any
good
?
'
said
Norman
,
with
a
shade
of
his
former
alacrity
.
'
To
be
sure
you
can
,
a
great
deal
.
Better
not
come
near
me
otherwise
,
for
I
make
everyone
into
a
slave
.
I
want
my
morning
reading
now
,
that
book
on
Advent
,
there
.
'
'
Shall
I
read
it
to
you
?
'
'
Thank
you
,
that
's
nice
,
and
I
shall
get
on
with
baby
's
frock
.
'
Norman
read
,
but
,
ere
long
,
took
to
yawning
;
Margaret
begged
for
the
book
,
which
he
willingly
resigned
,
saying
,
however
,
that
he
liked
it
,
only
he
was
stupid
.
She
read
on
aloud
,
till
she
heard
a
succession
of
heavy
breathings
,
and
saw
him
fast
asleep
,
and
so
he
continued
till
waked
by
his
father
's
coming
home
.
Richard
and
Ethel
were
glad
of
a
walk
,
for
Margaret
had
found
them
a
pleasant
errand
.
Their
Cocksmoor
children
could
not
go
home
to
dinner
between
service
and
afternoon
school
,
and
Margaret
had
desired
the
cook
to
serve
them
up
some
broth
in
the
back
kitchen
,
to
which
the
brother
and
sister
were
now
to
invite
them
.
Mary
was
allowed
to
take
her
boots
to
Rebekah
Watts
,
since
Margaret
held
that
goodness
had
better
be
profitable
,
at
least
at
the
outset
;
and
Harry
and
Tom
joined
the
party
.
Norman
,
meantime
,
was
driving
his
father
—
a
holiday
preferment
highly
valued
in
the
days
when
Dr.
May
used
only
to
assume
the
reins
,
when
his
spirited
horses
showed
too
much
consciousness
that
they
had
a
young
hand
over
them
,
or
when
the
old
hack
took
a
fit
of
laziness
.
Now
,
Norman
needed
Richard
's
assurance
that
the
bay
was
steady
,
so
far
was
he
from
being
troubled
with
his
ancient
desire
,
that
the
steed
would
rear
right
up
on
his
hind
legs
.
He
could
neither
talk
nor
listen
till
he
was
clear
out
of
the
town
,
and
found
himself
master
of
the
animal
,
and
even
then
the
words
were
few
,
and
chiefly
spoken
by
Dr.
May
,
until
after
going
along
about
three
miles
of
the
turnpike
road
,
he
desired
Norman
to
turn
down
a
cross-country
lane
.
'
Where
does
this
lead
?
'
'
It
comes
out
at
Abbotstoke
,
but
I
have
to
go
to
an
outlying
farm
.
'
'
Papa
,
'
said
Norman
,
after
a
few
minutes
,
'
I
wish
you
would
let
me
do
my
Greek
.
'
'
Is
that
what
you
have
been
pondering
all
this
time
?
What
,
may
not
the
bonus
Homerus
slumber
sometimes
?
'
'
It
is
not
Homer
,
it
is
Euripides
.
I
do
assure
you
,
papa
,
it
is
no
trouble
,
and
I
get
much
worse
without
it
.
'
'
Well
,
stop
here
,
the
road
grows
so
bad
that
we
will
walk
,
and
let
the
boy
lead
the
horse
to
meet
us
at
Woodcote
.
'
Norman
followed
his
father
down
a
steep
narrow
lane
,
little
better
than
a
stony
water-course
,
and
began
to
repeat
,
'
If
you
would
but
let
me
do
my
work
!
I
've
got
nothing
else
to
do
,
and
now
they
have
put
me
up
,
I
should
not
like
not
to
keep
my
place
.
'
'
Very
likely
,
but
—
hollo
—
how
swelled
this
is
!
'
said
Dr.
May
,
as
they
came
to
the
bottom
of
the
valley
,
where
a
stream
rushed
along
,
coloured
with
a
turbid
creamy
yellow
,
making
little
whirlpools
where
it
crossed
the
road
,
and
brawling
loudly
just
above
where
it
roared
and
foamed
between
two
steep
banks
of
rock
,
crossed
by
a
foot-bridge
of
planks
,
guarded
by
a
handrail
of
rough
poles
.
The
Doctor
had
traversed
it
,
and
gone
a
few
paces
beyond
,
when
,
looking
back
,
he
saw
Norman
very
pale
,
with
one
foot
on
the
plank
,
and
one
hand
grasping
the
rail
.
He
came
back
,
and
held
out
his
hand
,
which
Norman
gladly
caught
at
,
but
no
sooner
was
the
other
side
attained
,
than
the
boy
,
though
he
gasped
with
relief
,
exclaimed
,
'
This
is
too
bad
!
'
Wait
one
moment
,
please
,
and
let
me
go
back
.
'
He
tried
,
but
the
first
touch
of
the
shaking
rail
,
and
glance
at
the
chasm
,
disconcerted
him
,
and
his
father
,
seeing
his
white
cheeks
and
rigid
lips
,
said
,
'
Stop
,
Norman
,
do
n't
try
it
.
You
are
not
fit
,
'
he
added
,
as
the
boy
came
to
him
reluctantly
.
I
ca
n't
bear
to
be
such
a
wretch
!
'
said
he
.
'
I
never
used
to
be
.
I
will
not
—
let
me
conquer
it
;
'
and
he
was
turning
back
,
but
the
Doctor
took
his
arm
,
saying
decidedly
,
'
No
,
I
wo
n't
have
it
done
.
You
are
only
making
it
worse
,
by
putting
a
force
on
yourself
.
'
But
the
further
Norman
was
from
the
bridge
,
the
more
displeased
he
was
with
himself
,
and
more
anxious
to
dare
it
again
.
'
There
's
no
bearing
it
,
'
he
muttered
;
'
let
me
only
run
back
.
I
'll
overtake
you
.
I
must
do
it
if
no
one
looks
on
.
'
'
No
such
thing
,
'
said
the
Doctor
,
holding
him
fast
.
'
If
you
do
,
you
'll
have
it
all
over
again
at
night
.
'
'
That
's
better
than
to
know
I
am
worse
than
Tom
.
'
'
I
tell
you
,
Norman
it
is
no
such
thing
.
You
will
recover
your
tone
if
you
will
only
do
as
you
are
told
,
but
your
nerves
have
had
a
severe
shock
,
and
when
you
force
yourself
in
this
way
,
you
only
increase
the
mischief
.
'
'
Nerves
,
'
muttered
Norman
,
disdainfully
,
'
I
thought
they
were
only
fit
for
fine
ladies
.
'
Dr.
May
smiled
.
'
Well
,
will
it
content
you
if
I
promise
that
as
soon
as
I
see
fit
,
I
'll
bring
you
here
,
and
let
you
march
over
that
bridge
as
often
as
you
like
?
'
'
I
suppose
I
must
be
contented
,
but
I
do
n't
like
to
feel
like
a
fool
.
'
'
You
need
not
,
while
the
moral
determination
is
sound
.
'
'
But
my
Greek
,
papa
.
'
'
At
it
again
—
I
declare
,
Norman
,
you
are
the
worst
patient
I
ever
had
!
'
Norman
made
no
answer
,
and
Dr.
May
presently
said
,
'
Well
,
let
me
hear
what
you
have
to
say
about
it
.
I
assure
you
it
is
not
that
I
do
n't
want
you
to
get
on
,
but
that
I
see
you
are
in
great
need
of
rest
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
papa
.
I
know
you
mean
it
for
my
good
,
but
I
do
n't
think
you
do
know
how
horrid
it
is
.
I
have
got
nothing
on
earth
to
do
or
care
for
—
the
school
work
comes
quite
easy
to
me
,
and
I
'm
sure
thinking
is
worse
;
and
then
,
'
Norman
spoke
vehemently
,
'
now
they
have
put
me
up
,
it
will
never
do
to
be
beaten
,
and
all
the
four
others
ought
to
be
able
to
do
it
.
I
did
not
want
or
expect
to
be
Dux
,
but
now
I
am
,
you
could
not
bear
me
not
to
keep
my
place
,
and
to
miss
the
Randall
scholarship
,
as
I
certainly
shall
,
if
I
do
not
work
these
whole
holidays
.
'
'
Norman
,
I
know
it
,
'
said
his
father
,
kindly
.
'
I
am
very
sorry
for
you
,
and
I
know
I
am
asking
of
you
what
I
could
not
have
done
at
your
age
—
indeed
,
I
dont
believe
I
could
have
done
it
for
you
a
few
months
ago
.
It
is
my
fault
that
you
have
been
let
alone
,
to
have
an
overstrain
and
pressure
on
your
mind
,
when
you
were
not
fit
for
it
,
and
I
cannot
see
any
remedy
but
complete
freedom
from
work
.
At
the
same
time
,
if
you
fret
and
harass
yourself
about
being
surpassed
,
that
is
,
as
you
say
,
much
worse
for
you
than
Latin
and
Greek
.
Perhaps
I
may
be
wrong
,
and
study
might
not
do
you
the
harm
I
think
it
would
;
at
any
rate
,
it
is
better
than
tormenting
yourself
about
next
half
year
,
so
I
will
not
positively
forbid
it
,
but
I
think
you
had
much
better
let
it
alone
.
I
do
n't
want
to
make
it
a
matter
of
duty
.
I
only
tell
you
this
,
that
you
may
set
your
mind
at
rest
as
far
as
I
am
concerned
.
If
you
do
lose
your
place
,
I
will
consider
it
as
my
own
doing
,
and
not
be
disappointed
.
I
had
rather
see
you
a
healthy
,
vigorous
,
useful
man
,
than
a
poor
puling
nervous
wretch
of
a
scholar
,
if
you
were
to
get
all
the
prizes
in
the
University
.
'
Norman
made
a
little
murmuring
sound
of
assent
,
and
both
were
silent
for
some
moments
,
then
he
said
;
'
Then
you
will
not
be
displeased
,
papa
,
if
I
do
read
,
as
long
as
I
feel
it
does
me
no
harm
.
'
'
I
told
you
I
do
n't
mean
to
make
it
a
matter
of
obedience
.
Do
as
you
please
—
I
had
rather
you
read
than
vexed
yourself
.
'
'
I
am
glad
of
it
.
Thank
you
,
papa
,
'
said
Norman
,
in
a
much
cheered
voice
.
They
had
,
in
the
meantime
,
been
mounting
a
rising
ground
,
clothed
with
stunted
wood
,
and
came
out
on
a
wide
heath
,
brown
with
dead
bracken
;
a
hollow
,
traced
by
the
tops
of
leafless
trees
,
marked
the
course
of
the
stream
that
traversed
it
,
and
the
inequalities
of
ground
becoming
more
rugged
in
outlines
and
greyer
in
colouring
as
they
receded
,
till
they
were
closed
by
a
dark
fir
wood
,
beyond
which
rose
in
extreme
distance
,
the
grand
mass
of
Welsh
mountain
heads
,
purpled
against
the
evening
sky
,
except
where
the
crowning
peaks
bore
a
veil
of
snow
.
Behind
,
the
sky
was
pure
gold
,
gradually
shading
into
pale
green
,
and
then
into
clear
light
wintry
blue
,
while
the
sun
setting
behind
two
of
the
loftiest
,
seemed
to
confound
their
outlines
,
and
blend
them
in
one
flood
of
soft
hazy
brightness
.
Dr.
May
looked
at
his
son
,
and
saw
his
face
clear
up
,
his
brow
expand
,
and
his
lips
unclose
with
admiration
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
the
Doctor
,
'
it
is
very
fine
,
is
it
not
?
I
used
to
bring
mamma
here
now
and
then
for
a
treat
,
because
it
put
her
in
mind
of
her
Scottish
hills
.
Well
,
your
's
are
the
golden
hills
of
heaven
,
now
,
my
Maggie
!
'
he
added
,
hardly
knowing
that
he
spoke
aloud
.
Norman
's
throat
swelled
,
as
he
looked
up
in
his
face
,
then
cast
down
his
eyes
hastily
to
hide
the
tears
that
had
gathered
on
his
eyelashes
.
'
I
'll
leave
you
here
,
'
said
Dr.
May
,
'
I
have
to
go
to
a
farmhouse
close
by
,
in
the
hollow
behind
us
,
there
's
a
girl
recovering
from
a
fever
.
I
'll
not
be
ten
minutes
,
so
wait
here
.
'
When
he
came
back
,
Norman
was
still
where
he
had
left
him
,
gazing
earnestly
,
and
the
tears
standing
on
his
cheeks
.
He
did
not
move
till
his
father
laid
his
hand
on
his
shoulder
—
they
walked
away
together
without
a
word
,
and
scarcely
spoke
all
the
way
home
.
Dr.
May
went
to
Margaret
and
talked
to
her
of
Norman
's
fine
character
,
and
intense
affection
for
his
mother
,
the
determined
temper
,
and
quietly
borne
grief
,
for
which
the
Doctor
seemed
to
have
worked
himself
into
a
perfect
enthusiasm
of
admiration
;
but
lamenting
that
he
could
not
tell
what
to
do
with
him
—
study
or
no
study
hurt
him
alike
—
and
he
dreaded
to
see
health
and
spirits
shattered
for
ever
.
They
tried
to
devise
change
of
scene
,
but
it
did
not
seem
possible
just
at
present
;
and
Margaret
,
besides
her
fears
for
Norman
,
was
much
grieved
to
see
this
added
to
her
father
's
troubles
.
At
night
Dr.
May
again
went
up
to
see
whether
Norman
,
whom
he
had
moved
into
Margaret
's
former
room
,
were
again
suffering
from
fever
.
He
found
him
asleep
in
a
restless
attitude
,
as
if
he
had
just
dropped
off
,
and
waking
almost
at
the
instant
of
his
entrance
,
he
exclaimed
,
'
Is
it
you
?
I
thought
it
was
mamma
.
She
said
it
was
all
ambition
.
'
Then
starting
,
and
looking
round
the
room
,
and
at
his
father
,
he
collected
himself
,
and
said
,
with
a
slight
smile
,
'
I
did
n't
know
I
had
been
asleep
.
I
was
awake
just
now
,
thinking
about
it
.
Papa
,
I
'll
give
it
up
.
I
'll
try
to
put
next
half
out
of
my
head
,
and
not
mind
if
they
do
pass
me
.
'
'
That
's
right
,
my
boy
,
'
said
the
Doctor
.
'
At
least
if
Cheviot
and
Forder
do
,
for
they
ought
.
I
only
hope
Anderson
wo
n't
.
I
can
stand
anything
but
that
.
But
that
is
nonsense
too
.
'
'
You
are
quite
right
,
Norman
,
'
said
the
Doctor
,
'
and
it
is
a
great
relief
to
me
that
you
see
the
thing
so
sensibly
.
'
'
No
,
I
do
n't
see
it
sensibly
at
all
,
papa
.
I
hate
it
all
the
time
,
and
I
do
n't
know
whether
I
can
keep
from
thinking
of
it
,
when
I
have
nothing
to
do
;
but
I
see
it
is
wrong
;
I
thought
all
ambition
and
nonsense
was
gone
out
of
me
,
when
I
cared
so
little
for
the
examination
;
but
now
I
see
,
though
I
did
not
want
to
be
made
first
,
I
ca
n't
bear
not
to
be
first
;
and
that
's
the
old
story
,
just
as
she
used
to
tell
me
to
guard
against
ambition
.
So
I
'll
take
my
chance
,
and
if
I
should
get
put
down
,
why
'
twas
not
fair
that
I
should
be
put
up
,
and
it
is
what
I
ought
to
be
,
and
serves
me
right
into
the
bargain
—
'
'
Well
,
that
's
the
best
sort
of
sense
,
your
mother
's
sense
,
'
said
the
Doctor
,
more
affected
than
he
liked
to
show
.
'
No
wonder
she
came
to
you
in
your
dream
,
Norman
,
my
boy
,
if
you
had
come
to
such
a
resolution
.
I
was
half
in
hopes
you
had
some
such
notion
when
I
came
upon
you
,
on
Far-view
down
.
'
'
I
think
that
sky
did
it
,
'
said
Norman
,
in
a
low
voice
;
'
it
made
me
think
of
her
in
a
different
way
—
and
what
you
said
too
.
'
'
What
did
I
say
?
I
dont
remember
.
'
But
Norman
could
not
repeat
the
words
,
and
only
murmured
'
golden
hills
'
—
It
was
enough
.
'
I
see
,
'
said
the
Doctor
,
'
you
had
dwelt
on
the
blank
here
,
not
taken
home
what
it
is
to
her
.
'
'
Aye
'
—
almost
sobbed
Norman
,
'
I
never
could
before
—
that
made
me
,
'
after
a
long
silence
,
'
and
then
I
know
how
foolish
I
was
,
and
how
she
would
say
it
was
wrong
to
make
this
fuss
,
when
you
did
not
like
it
,
about
my
place
,
and
that
it
was
not
for
the
sake
of
my
duty
,
but
of
ambition
;
I
knew
that
,
but
till
I
went
to
bed
to-night
,
I
could
not
tell
whether
I
could
make
up
my
mind
,
so
I
would
say
nothing
.
CHAPTER
XIII
.
'
The
days
are
sad
,
it
is
the
Holy
tide
,
When
flowers
have
ceased
to
blow
and
birds
to
sing
.
'
F
.
Tennyson
.
It
had
been
a
hard
struggle
to
give
up
all
thoughts
of
study
,
and
Norman
was
not
at
first
rewarded
for
it
,
but
rather
exemplified
the
truth
of
his
own
assertion
,
that
he
was
worse
without
it
;
for
when
this
sole
occupation
for
his
mind
was
taken
away
,
he
drooped
still
more
.
He
would
willingly
have
shown
his
father
that
he
was
not
discontented
,
but
he
was
too
entirely
unnerved
to
be
either
cheerful
or
capable
of
entering
with
interest
into
any
occupation
.
If
he
had
been
positively
ill
,
the
task
would
have
been
easier
,
but
the
low
intermittent
fever
that
hung
about
him
,
did
not
confine
him
to
bed
,
only
kept
him
lounging
,
listless
and
forlorn
,
through
the
weary
day
,
not
always
able
to
go
out
with
his
father
,
and
on
Christmas-Day
unfit
even
for
Church
.
All
this
made
the
want
of
his
mother
,
and
the
vacancy
in
his
home
,
still
more
evident
,
and
nothing
was
capable
of
relieving
his
sadness
but
his
father
's
kindness
,
which
was
a
continual
surprise
to
him
.
Dr.
May
was
a
parent
who
could
not
fail
to
be
loved
and
honoured
;
but
,
as
a
busy
man
,
trusting
all
at
home
to
his
wife
,
he
had
only
appeared
to
his
children
either
as
a
merry
playfellow
,
or
as
a
stern
paternal
authority
,
not
often
in
the
intermediate
light
of
guiding
friend
,
or
gentle
guardian
;
and
it
affected
Norman
exceedingly
to
find
himself
,
a
tall
school-boy
,
watched
and
soothed
with
motherly
tenderness
and
affection
;
with
complete
comprehension
of
his
feelings
,
and
delicate
care
of
them
.
His
father
's
solicitude
and
sympathy
were
round
him
day
and
night
,
and
this
,
in
the
midst
of
so
much
toil
,
pain
,
grief
,
and
anxiety
of
his
own
,
that
Norman
might
well
feel
overwhelmed
with
the
swelling
,
inexpressible
feelings
of
grateful
affection
.
How
could
his
father
know
exactly
what
he
would
like
—
say
the
very
things
he
was
thinking
—
see
that
his
depression
was
not
wilful
repining
—
find
exactly
what
best
soothed
him
!
He
wondered
,
but
he
could
not
have
said
so
to
anyone
,
only
his
eye
brightened
,
and
,
as
his
sisters
remarked
,
he
never
seemed
half
so
uncomfortable
when
papa
was
in
the
room
.
Indeed
,
the
certainty
that
his
father
felt
the
sorrow
as
acutely
as
himself
,
was
one
reason
of
his
opening
to
him
.
He
could
not
feel
that
his
brothers
and
sisters
did
so
,
for
,
outwardly
,
their
habits
were
unaltered
,
their
spirits
not
lowered
,
their
relish
for
things
around
much
the
same
as
before
,
and
this
had
given
Norman
a
sense
of
isolation
.
With
his
father
it
was
different
.
Norman
knew
he
could
never
appreciate
what
the
bereavement
was
to
him
—
he
saw
its
traces
in
almost
every
word
and
look
,
and
yet
perceived
that
something
sustained
and
consoled
him
,
though
not
in
the
way
of
forgetfulness
.
Now
and
then
Norman
caught
at
what
gave
this
comfort
,
and
it
might
be
hoped
he
would
do
so
increasingly
;
though
,
on
this
Christmas-Day
,
Margaret
felt
very
sad
about
him
,
as
she
watched
him
sitting
over
the
fire
,
cowering
with
chilliness
and
headache
,
while
everyone
was
gone
to
Church
,
and
saw
that
the
reading
of
the
service
with
her
had
been
more
of
a
trouble
than
a
solace
.
She
tried
to
think
it
bodily
ailment
,
and
strove
hard
not
to
pine
for
her
mother
,
to
comfort
them
both
,
and
say
the
fond
words
of
refreshing
cheering
pity
that
would
have
made
all
light
to
bear
.
Margaret
's
home
Christmas
was
so
spent
in
caring
for
brother
,
father
,
and
children
,
that
she
had
hardly
time
to
dwell
on
the
sad
change
that
had
befallen
herself
.
Christmas
was
a
season
that
none
of
them
knew
well
how
to
meet
:
Blanche
was
overheard
saying
to
Mary
,
that
she
wished
it
would
not
come
,
and
Mary
,
shaking
her
head
,
and
answering
that
she
was
afraid
that
was
naughty
,
but
it
was
very
tiresome
to
have
no
fun
.
Margaret
did
her
best
up-stairs
,
and
Richard
down-stairs
,
by
the
help
of
prints
and
hymns
,
to
make
the
children
think
of
the
true
joy
of
Christmas
,
and
in
the
evening
their
father
gathered
them
round
,
and
told
them
the
stories
of
the
Shepherds
and
of
the
Wise
Men
,
till
Mary
and
Blanche
agreed
,
as
they
went
up
to
bed
,
that
it
had
been
a
very
happy
evening
.
The
next
day
Harry
discomfited
the
school-room
by
bursting
in
with
the
news
,
that
'
Louisa
and
Fanny
Anderson
were
bearing
down
on
the
front
door
.
'
Ethel
and
Flora
were
obliged
to
appear
in
the
drawing-room
,
where
they
were
greeted
by
two
girls
,
rather
older
than
themselves
.
A
whole
shower
of
inquiries
for
Dr.
May
,
for
Margaret
,
and
for
the
dear
little
baby
,
were
first
poured
out
;
then
came
hopes
that
Norman
was
well
,
as
they
had
not
seen
him
at
Church
yesterday
.
'
Thank
you
,
he
was
kept
at
home
by
a
bad
headache
,
but
it
is
better
to-day
.
'
'
We
came
to
congratulate
you
on
his
success
—
we
could
not
help
it
—
it
must
have
been
such
a
pleasure
to
you
.
'
'
That
it
was
!
'
exclaimed
Ethel
,
pleased
at
participation
in
her
rejoicing
.
'
We
were
so
surprised
.
'
Flora
gave
a
glance
of
warning
,
but
Ethel
's
short-sighted
eyes
were
beyond
the
range
of
correspondence
,
and
Miss
Anderson
continued
.
'
It
must
have
been
a
delightful
surprise
.
We
could
hardly
believe
it
when
Harvey
came
in
and
told
us
.
Everyone
thought
Forder
was
sure
,
but
they
all
were
put
out
by
the
questions
of
general
information
—
those
were
all
Mr.
Everard
's
doing
.
'
'
Mr
.
Everard
was
very
much
struck
with
Norman
's
knowledge
and
scholarship
too
,
'
said
Flora
.
'
So
everyone
says
.
It
was
all
Mr.
Everard
's
doing
,
Miss
Harrison
told
mamma
,
but
,
for
my
part
,
I
am
very
glad
for
the
sake
of
Stoneborough
;
I
like
a
town
boy
to
be
at
the
head
.
'
'
Norman
was
sorry
for
Forder
and
Cheviot
—
'
began
Ethel
.
Flora
tried
to
stop
her
,
but
Louisa
Anderson
caught
at
what
she
said
,
and
looked
eagerly
for
more
.
'
He
felt
,
'
said
she
,
only
thinking
of
exalting
her
generous
brother
,
'
as
if
it
was
hardly
right
,
when
they
are
so
much
his
seniors
,
and
he
could
scarcely
enjoy
it
.
'
'
Ah
!
that
is
just
what
people
say
,
'
replied
Louisa
.
'
But
it
must
be
very
gratifying
to
you
,
and
it
makes
him
certain
of
the
Randall
scholarship
too
,
I
suppose
.
It
is
a
great
thing
for
him
!
He
must
have
worked
very
hard
.
'
'
Yes
,
that
he
has
,
'
said
Flora
;
'
he
