And yet it was the thought of her which kept me from taking my fate into my own hands again and again.  To have obeyed my father seemed to have done so little towards making him satisfied with me, that I found no consolation at home for the distastefulness of the office; and more than once I resolved to run away, and either enlist or go to Liverpool (which was at no great distance from us) and get on board some vessel that was about to sail for other lands.  But when I thought of my mother’s distress, I could not face it, and I let my half-formed projects slide again.

Oddly enough, it was Uncle Henry who brought matters to a crisis.  I think my father was disappointed (though he did not blame me) that I secured no warmer a place in Uncle Henry’s affections than I did.  Uncle Henry had no children, and if he took a fancy to me and I pleased him, such a career as the Jew-clerk had sketched for me would probably be mine.  This dawned on me by degrees through chance remarks from my father and the more open comments of friends.  For good manners with us were not of a sensitively refined order, and to be clapped on the back with—­“Well, Jack, you’ve got into a good berth, I hear.  I suppose you look to succeed your uncle some day?” was reckoned a friendly familiarity rather than an offensive impertinence.

I learned that my parents had hoped that, as I was his nephew, Uncle Henry would take me as clerk without the usual premium.  Indeed, when my uncle first urged my going to him, he had more than hinted that he should not expect a premium with his brother’s son.  But he was fond of his money (of which he had plenty), and when people are that, they are apt to begin to grudge, if there is time, between promise and performance.  Uncle Henry had a whole year in which to think about foregoing two or three hundred pounds, and as it drew to a close, it seemed to worry him to such a degree, that he proposed to take me for half the usual premium instead of completely remitting it; and he said something about my being a stupid sort of boy, and of very little use to him for some time to come.  He said it to justify himself for drawing back, I am quite sure, but it did me no good at home.

My father had plenty of honourable pride, and he would hear of no compromise.  He said that he should pay the full premium for me that Uncle Henry’s other clerks had had to pay, and from this no revulsion of feeling on my uncle’s part would move him.  He was quite bland with Uncle Henry, and he was not quite bland towards me.

When I fairly grasped the situation (and I contrived to get a pretty clear account of it from my mother), there rushed upon me the conviction that a new phase had come over my prospects.  When I put aside my own longings for my father’s will; and every time that office life seemed intolerable to me, and I was tempted to break my bonds, and thought better of it and settled down again, this thought had always remained behind:  “I will try; and if the worst comes to the worst, and I really cannot settle down into a clerk, I can but run away then.”  But circumstances had altered my case, I felt that now I must make up my mind for good and all.  My father would have to make some little sacrifices to find the money, and when it was once paid, I could not let it be in vain.  Come what might, I must stick to the office then, and for life.