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He told Mr Rathbone the amount of his salary, and that of his expenditure. He told him how he was endeavouring to qualify himself for a higher situation, and what were the hopes which he ventured to indulge of affording his sisters some substantial assistance in time. At present he could do but little: the first year he had by great self-denial saved three pounds.
Porter; "come out av the room an' lave the docthor bring the boss 'round." He signaled to Cynthia with his eyes for help in this argument. "Yes, Mrs. Porter," seconded Cynthia, "go out to the porch; Miss Allis and I will remain here with the doctor to get what's needed." "Ah, a fall, eh," commented Dr. Rathbone, cheerily, coming briskly into the room.
Mr Rathbone understood his feelings, and so little doubted of being able to obtain this favour, that he tried to work up still more the ecstasy of hope which he had excited. "I have no doubt Mr Gardiner will spare you, Charles: you can be off by to-morrow night's coach."
All this I thought in my favour, as I should more easily, or with less obnoxiousness, come to the knowledge of what I wanted to obtain. My friend William Rathbone, who had been looking out to supply me with intelligence, but who was desirous that I should not be imposed upon, and that I should get it from the fountain-head, introduced me to Mr. Norris for this purpose.
"I thought that was left to the captain," said Hawkesbury. "I vote we stick out against the Henniker having anything to do with us," said Philpot, "in or out of school." "Yes, and do away with afternoon school and preparation too," said Rathbone; "they are both nuisances." "And get a holiday to go out of bounds once a week," said Flanagan in the act of dropping asleep.
I wanted to say a great deal about Mr and Mrs Rathbone, but it is just time for church, and I must close my letter. I can write again by the parcel, if you authorise me to send it. Farewell, my very dear sisters and brother. "I am your most affectionate, "Charles Forsyth." "What a comfortable letter!" exclaimed Jane, as she finished it. "Dear Charles is as happy as we are!"
Without a word the parcel was detached from the string. We turned to go. "Plate, knife, and fork in the cupboard," cried out Smith, as we did so. "You don't mean to say," said Rathbone, as we went along, "that you've put a knife and fork for her?" "Yes, I have," said Smith, in a manner which did not encourage the truculent Rathbone to pursue the subject.
I suppose he's safe to be elected next week, though he isn't a Scotchman, eh, Sandy old man?" "Quite," said the other laconically. And then their conversation was modulated into a less personal key as they resumed their discussion of the colony of American pleinairistes with whom Rathbone had foregathered at Pontaven, and of the "paintability" of fields of sarrasin and poplars.
Hagan returned from Cape Cod, that gentleman called into his private office a member of his staff, who responded to the name of Henry Rathbone, and put him through a brief catechism. "What have you got on this Farquaharson party?" he inquired. "Tollman complains that you're running up a pretty steep expense account and he can't quite see what he's getting for his money."
At length Mr Rathbone enquired how he who was so ready to make known the exertions of others, was himself going on in the world. "If you do not object to give me your confidence, Charles," said he, "I am as much interested in your concerns, as in your sisters." Charles thanked him, and said there was but little to tell; and that little he communicated at once.
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