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Among other things it obviously wasted and deteriorated the coal.... And I had imagined great things of the sea! Well, anyhow, for a time that vocation was stilled. But such impressions came into my leisure, and of that I had no excess. Most of my time was spent doing things for Uncle Frapp, and my evenings and nights perforce in the company of the two eldest of my cousins.
"I won't beg his pardon nohow," I said. "See?" "Then you will have to go off to your uncle Frapp at Chatham." "I don't care where I have to go or what I have to do, I won't beg his pardon," I said. And I didn't. After that I was one against the world. Perhaps in my mother's heart there lurked some pity for me, but she did not show it.
You speed up and tear the oily water louder and faster, siroo, siroo-swish-siroo, and the hills of Kent over which I once fled from the Christian teachings of Nicodemus Frapp fall away on the right hand and Essex on the left.
George himself, as a boy, had already begun to "question the final rightness of the gentlefolks," declaring his rebellion by "resolving to marry a viscount's daughter" and blacking the eye of her half-brother. He is transported to the house of Nicodemus Frapp, baker, of Chatham, where he again rebels, this time against the threat of being burned for ever in Hell.
My cousin Nicodemus Frapp was a baker in a back street a slum rather just off that miserable narrow mean high road that threads those exquisite beads, Rochester and Chatham.
This was quite outside all my codes. Uncle Nicodemus sprang it upon me at the midday meal. "You been sayin' queer things, George," he said abruptly. "You better mind what you're saying." "What did he say, father?" said Mrs. Frapp. "Things I couldn't' repeat," said he. "What things?" I asked hotly.
The supper being a meal purely of luxury should be very dainty. Everything should be tasteful and appetizing; the wines should be excellent, the claret not too cool, the champagne frapp,, or almost so, the Madeira and the port the temperature of the room, and the sherry cool. If punch is served, it should be at the end of the supper.
When I was thus banished from Bladesover House, as it was then thought for good and all, I was sent by my mother in a vindictive spirit, first to her cousin Nicodemus Frapp, and then, as a fully indentured apprentice, to my uncle Ponderevo. I ran away from the care of my cousin Nicodemus back to Bladesover House.
After Bladesover that apartment struck me as stuffy and petty, but it was very comfortable in comparison with the Frapp living-room. It had a faint, disintegrating smell of meals about it, and my most immediate impression was of the remarkable fact that something was hung about or wrapped round or draped over everything.
I slept in a dingy sheeted bed with the two elder survivors of Frapp fecundity, and spent my week days in helping in the laborious disorder of the shop and bakehouse, in incidental deliveries of bread and so forth, and in parrying the probings of my uncle into my relations with the Blood, and his confidential explanations that ten shillings a week which was what my mother paid him was not enough to cover my accommodation.
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