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The following year Arthur Young paid his first visit to France, confining himself, however, to Calais and its neighbourhood, and in the same year his mother died, and, by an arrangement with his eldest brother, 'this patch of landed property, as Young calls Bradfield, descended upon him.
"And you wouldn't like to go back to earth to South Bradfield again?" he asked presently. "No," she answered. "All that seems over forever. I couldn't go back there and be what I was. I could have stayed there, but I couldn't go back." Staniford laughed. "I see that it isn't the other world that's got hold of you! It's this world! I don't believe you'll be unhappy in Italy.
The Bursar supported me soundly, and we had a new don at the beginning of my second year who took a most invigorating interest in the college. He was known to us as "The Bradder," and though his real name was Bradfield it was seldom used, and as far as we were concerned he could have done quite well without it.
It was this voice which, when Lydia rose to join in the terrible hymning of the congregation at South Bradfield, took the thoughts of people off her style and beauty; and it was this which enchanted her father's sister when, the summer before the date of which we write, that lady had come to America on a brief visit, and heard Lydia sing at her parlor organ in the old homestead. Mrs.
Somers., Esq.; Margaret, to ... Hobson, of ... in the Isle of Wight, Esq.; Hesther, to Arthur Fuller, of Bradfield, in com. Hertf., Esq.; Martha, died unmarried; and Phoebe, to ... Biggs, of Hurst, in com.
"I am glad you like them," replied Hicks, with sullen apprehension of the offensive tone. Staniford turned to Lydia. "I suppose that in South Bradfield your Sabbath is over at sundown on Sunday evening." "That used to be the custom," answered the girl. "I've heard my grandfather tell of it." "Oh, yes," interposed Captain Jenness. "They used to keep Saturday night down our way, too.
I couldn't hear a word the Public Orator said, but perhaps that was because I had a man near me who made jokes all the time and a bevy of relatives kept up a chorus of giggles. Mr. Bradfield had to go to luncheon afterwards at All Souls. I met Mr. Ward in the Turl yesterday; he was only up for two or three hours, and I thought he said he was going to coach.
I'll get strafed to blazes anyhow ... I hope you'll get me out of the scrape, sir. 'Don't you worry, my lad, I said. 'I'll make it all square when I get back to town. I'll make for Bradfield, for this place is a bit conspicuous. Goodbye, Archie. You're a good chap and I'll see you don't suffer.
"And, above all, a place where I know nobody," said I. "I can rough it by myself, but I can't keep up appearances before visitors." "What do you say to Stockwell?" said Cullingworth, putting the amber of his pipe upon a town within thirty miles of Bradfield. I had hardly heard of the place, but I raised my glass. "Well, here's to Stockwell!"
And I had youth and strength and energy, and the whole science of medicine packed in between my two ears. I felt as exultant as though I were going to take over some practice which lay ready for me. It was about four in the afternoon when I reached Birchespool, which is fifty-three miles by rail from Bradfield.
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