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We are about a hundred years behind the times down here." "And had better stay there if we want peace," I added. "Are you a Liberal?" "Goodness knows." "I like a man who knows what he is." "You mean you like The Bradder; why not say so?" "Because I meant nothing of the kind. We are going to walk over to Chipping Norbury, if you will come with us." "I can't. I have promised to call on Mrs.
Apparently he had become a kind of free-lance, having shaken off his old tutors and not having got any new ones, but he read through a short history of England three times in a week because he said he wanted a good solid ground-work to build upon. Perhaps The Bradder asked that he might be left alone, for certainly no one bothered him and he bothered nobody with the exception of me.
Everything, except Jack's luck, was so exactly right, and I was most delightfully happy. The college was doing as well as we could want, and most of the dons, led I am certain by The Bradder, behaved splendidly.
I don't know whether The Bradder taught her to refer to the Vice-Chancellor as the "Vice-Chuggins," but in her description of the Encænia that most important gentleman was certainly not mentioned with the respect which I consider that people, who don't belong to Oxford, ought to feel for him.
"There isn't, until it is announced, but we have quite made up our minds," and then she took my arm and I listened to a glorification of The Bradder. "He is very fond of you," it finished up, and that is all I can remember of it. "I am glad of that, as he is my tutor and is going to be my brother-in-law," I said. "You don't seem to see how happy I am," Nina answered.
When I asked him if I might read history for my final examinations he was doubtful if I was not seeking a degree by the least fatiguing way, but The Bradder was a history tutor, and although I had found out that he was a very strenuous man, I meant to work with him. So after many warnings against idleness I was allowed to do as I wanted, and Mr.
Grace talked to him like a parent and The Bradder tried persuasion and abuse, he stuck to his solid way of giving information. But he confided in me that the reason was that he couldn't write a proper essay to save his life. "All I want," he exclaimed, "is a degree, and that's what these men don't understand.
It was very fortunate that the term was nearly over, for I had a mad idea that the best way to make up to Jack for getting him sent down was to get sent down myself; but The Bradder, who knew how foolish I could be, nipped my demonstrations in the bud, and gave me some of the straightest advice I have ever listened to. He was very rude indeed.
Well, from the look of you, I should never have thought it. You can go if you like, Godfrey; I should be glad to talk to Mr. Bradfield for a few minutes; he is the first Radical I have ever liked," and he smiled at The Bradder, anticipating triumph. I did not go, and I am glad that I stayed, for both of them had to fight hard to keep their tempers, and their struggles fascinated me.
"I should like to see it," The Bradder replied; "besides, I never kill anything." "You needn't bother about that." "I have promised Miss Marten to go, she said she would drive me over," he replied, and any one could see that he didn't mean to shoot. "As you like," my father said, and told me to be ready in ten minutes, though we were not going to start for an hour.
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