‘Do you know the whole of his history?’ said she. Possibly one of the dozen unknown episodes in it might have furnished the clue, I agreed with her.
The sight of twenty-one thousand pounds placed to my credit in the Funds assuaged my restless spirit of investigation. Letters from the squire and my aunt Dorothy urged me to betake myself to Riversley, there finally to decide upon what my course should be.
‘Now that you have the money, pray,’ St. Parsimony wrote,—’pray be careful of it. Do not let it be encroached on. Remember it is to serve one purpose. It should be guarded strictly against every appeal for aid,’ etc., with much underlining.
My grandfather returned the papers. His letter said ’I shall not break my word. Please to come and see me before you take steps right or left.’
So here was the dawn again.
I could in a day or two start for Sarkeld. Meanwhile, to give my father a lesson, I discharged a number of bills, and paid off the bond to which Edbury’s name was attached. My grandfather, I knew, was too sincerely and punctiliously a gentleman in practical conduct to demand a further inspection of my accounts. These things accomplished, I took the train for Riversley, and proceeded from the station to Durstan, where I knew Heriot to be staying. Had I gone straight to my grandfather, there would have been another story to tell.
Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry
Determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them
He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies
I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent
No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers
Puns are the smallpox of the language
Stultification of one’s feelings and ideas
They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they
Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point