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Updated: June 18, 2025
'What does he want with pounds, shillings, and pence? He told me that so long as he has his books to read, his pipe to smoke, and a fine country to roam about, he cares for nothing else. Your money wouldn't buy him anything. 'You don't understand, Vernie dear.
'I'm glad they did, mamma. We may want their money very badly, but we are not murderers, even in thought. 'God forbid! sighed the little woman. 'They are fine-grown, gentlemanly young men, too. Sir Vernon gave my Vernie a sovereign, and promised him a pony next year; but, good gracious! how could we afford to keep a pony, even if we had a stable?
When Vernie had finished his strawberries, Ida went to her husband's study; but the door was locked, and when she asked to be admitted Brian refused. 'I'd rather be alone, thank you, he answered, curtly. 'I have an article to write for one of the legal papers. You can amuse yourself with the baronet. I know you are always glad to be free.
Beyond learning to read and to write, and the most elementary forms of arithmetic, this oral instruction was all the education which Vernie had received up to the time of his leaving home; but then what a large range of information can be imparted by an intelligent woman who reads a great deal, and who reads with the student's deep love of knowledge.
"That's your own affair, Willa, only I thought you ought to know that Art Judson and one or two others spoke of the nifty little car they'd seen you about in, in the last two or three days. I thought I had better tell you before Mason North gets hold of it and asks questions." "Much obliged, Vernie, but if he does I sha'n't answer them." Willa smiled. "I'll take you out some day if you like.
Ida saw her friends depart with a sense of despair too deep for words. She hugged Vernie with the passionate fervour of one who never hoped to see him more. She felt as if it were she whose hours were numbered, she for whom the thin thread of life was gradually dwindling to nothingness. The very atmosphere was charged with the odour of death. The light was shadowed by the gloom of the grave.
A front couldn't stand on end, said Vernon, exploding at his own small joke, which, like most of the witticisms of childhood, was founded on the physical deficiencies of age. 'Look, Vernie! there is going to be a lovely sunset, said Ida, anxious to change the conversation. But Vernon's inquiring mind was not satisfied. 'Is it wicked to drink champagne and brandy? he asked.
'Still, she argued, one ought to make the best of one's life even at Kingthorpe, and picnics and rambles help one to endure existence. You used to be such a delightful companion, and now no one but little Vernie ever seems to get any fun out of you. He is always talking of the larks he has at the Abbey.
Once he had been in the habit of saying, 'You will have a boy of your own some day, and then Master Vernie will be nowhere; but that hoped-for son had never come, and Vernon was still all in all to his sister. Brian knew that it was so, and submitted to his lot in sullen acquiescence.
'Rogers ought not to have given him so much. 'Oh! but Rogers said it wasn't his place to make remarks, only he was very sorry for poor Mrs. Wendover that's you, you know not Mrs. Wendover at Kingthorpe. 'Oh, Vernie, you were not listening? 'Of course not. I wasn't listening on purpose; but I was in the lobby outside the housekeeper's room, waiting for some grease for my shooting boots.
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