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Trafford listened to the quick footsteps and the light-hearted music, and really rejoiced that they were not to flee and leave the old house desolate. It would be a brighter dwelling than it had been till till death came, he thought. And if he could not teach the boy as Brother Noll had desired him to do, yet he would see that in the matter of books and study he had every advantage.
He would probably have sooner expected aid from across the raging sea than from this lad. Noll read an answer in his eyes, and hastened to the door, and bounded away without waiting for any more words or explanations. How fast it had grown dark while he was in Dirk's hut!
Its gleams showed that he was now growing old; his visage was scarred with the many battles in which he had led the van; his brow was wrinkled with care and with the continual exercise of stern authority. Probably there was not a single trait, either of aspect or manner, that belonged to the little Noll who had battled so stoutly with Prince Charles. Yet this was he!
James's coffee-house, the proposition was made that each member present should write an epitaph on Goldsmith, and Garrick started with: Here is Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talked like poor Poll. Later, Goldsmith retaliated with epitaphs on his circle of club friends. His list of discriminating pictures was not complete when he died.
Trafford bade him come up to his chair, and Noll obeyed. "Where were you all the forenoon?" questioned the uncle. "I saw you but once after breakfast." Noll looked as if he had much rather refrain from answering, but said, after a few seconds of hesitation, "Over at Culm, Uncle Richard." "At Culm!" exclaimed Trafford, sternly. "Isn't the fever raging there?" "Yes, sir."
But instead of this, the hardened villain turned quite cross when he saw his brother at the point of tears, and exclaimed, hurriedly, "Don't make a young fool of yourself, Stee, whatever you do. It won't do a bit of good." "But, Noll, old man," pleaded the boy, "why ever don't you " "Because I don't choose, and it would be no use if I did," retorted the other. "But the fellows all suspect you!"
Does I 'spect ye ken do anything fur dem yer? Bress de Lord! He'll help ye, honey! he'll help ye! An' ef it wa'n't de Lord dat put it in yer head Well, chile," Hagar added, "de Lord's eberywhere, an' 'pears to me like as ef it was his doin'. What ye t'ink, honey?" Noll was looking in the rosy bed of coals, and for a few minutes made no reply; then he said, in answer to Hagar's question,
He slammed up his books suddenly, and said, "I give it up; it's not a bit of use going on!" Wraysford pushed back his chair slowly, and said, not very cheeringly, "Upon my word I think you're right, Noll." "I've a good mind," said Oliver, looking very morose, "to scratch, and leave you and Loman to fight it out." "Don't be a jackass, Noll," replied Wraysford, half laughing.
Can't you guess what it is?" Trafford did not reply at once, but sat looking steadfastly into his nephew's face, his eyes wearing the dreamy, far-away look which lingered in them much of late, and it was not until Noll had repeated his question that he replied, musingly, "I'm sure I cannot think. Perhaps you wish more pocket-money, or "
And with this Noll hurried out of the library, slamming the door behind him. Trafford heard these words with astonishment; then, as his nephew's footsteps died away along the hall, he covered his face and sighed heavily. "Ah," he thought, "I did it for his good; yet the boy distrusts me. He can't know what I would be to him if I could; how can he?
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