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I say!" and a sharp thought drew Ripton's ideas nearer home, "I wonder whether my nose is as bad as he says! Where can I see myself?" To these exclamations Richard was deaf, and he trudged steadily forward, facing but one object.
Is it old Blaize has been putting you up!" "Never mind, uncle!" The boy nodded mysteriously. 'Look there! Adrian read on Ripton's face, he says 'never mind, and lets it out! "Did we beat to-day, uncle?" "Yes, boy; and we'd beat them any day they bowl fair. I'd beat them on one leg. There's only Watkins and Featherdene among them worth a farthing." "We beat!" cries Richard.
"Gravelkind," again rumbled Ripton's voice. Sir Austin turned to Mr. Thompson for an explanation. The old lawyer was shaking his law-box. "Singular!" he exclaimed. "He will make that mistake! What law, sir?" Ripton read his error in the sternly painful expression of his father's face, and corrected himself. "Gavelkind, sir." "Ah!" said Mr. Thompson, with a sigh of relief. "Gravelkind, indeed!
"These papers," he went on, fluttering Ripton's precious lucubrations in a waving judicial hand, "I shall retain. The day will come when he will regard them with shame. And it shall be his penance, his punishment, to do so! Stop!" he cried, as Ripton was noiselessly shutting his desk, "have you more of them, sir; of a similar description? Rout them out! Let us know you at your worst.
Thompson, without any notion of what he was doing, drew the book from Ripton's hold; whereupon the two seniors laid their grey heads together over the title-page. It set forth in attractive characters beside a coloured frontispiece, which embodied the promise displayed there, the entrancing adventures of Miss Random, a strange young lady.
Are you going to die the death of my child Clare's death? Is not one in a family enough? Think of your dear young wife we love her so! your child! your father! Will you kill us all?" Mrs. Doria had chanced to overhear a trifle of Ripton's communication to Adrian, and had built thereon with the dark forces of a stricken soul.
Sir Austin signified his opinion that a boy should obey his parent, by giving orders to Benson for Ripton's box to be packed and ready before noon; and Ripton's alacrity in taking the baronet's view of filial duty was as little feigned as his offer to Richard to throw filial duty to the winds.
A fearful conspiratorial frown, that would not have disgraced Guido Fawkes, was darted back from the plastic features of Master Ripton. Richard gave his lungs loud play. "Why, what did you say about Blaizes, Rippy? Didn't you say it was fun?" Another hideous and silencing frown was Ripton's answer. Adrian matched the innocent youths, and knew that there was talking under the table.
"Gravelkind," again rumbled Ripton's voice. Sir Austin turned to Mr. Thompson for an explanation. The old lawyer was shaking his law-box. "Singular!" he exclaimed. "He will make that mistake! What law, sir?" Ripton read his error in the sternly painful expression of his father's face, and corrected himself. "Gavelkind, sir." "Ah!" said Mr. Thompson, with a sigh of relief. "Gravelkind, indeed!
"Credentials!" he exclaimed humorously, slapping Richard on the shoulder. Ripton heard also the words "propagator species," but had no idea of their import. The wise youth looked: You see we've made matters all right for you here, and quitted the room on that unusual gleam of earnestness. Richard shook his hand, and Ripton's.
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