England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Genealogy -- Fiction
His father glanced at him sharply. To Mr. Plantagenet himself this
shadowy claim to royal descent was a pretty toy to be employed for the
mystification of strangers and the aggrandisement of the family--a
lever to work on Lady Agatha's feelings; but to his eldest son it was
an article of faith, a matter of the most cherished and the profoundest
belief, a reason for behaving one's self in every position in life so as
not to bring disgrace on so distinguished an ancestry.
A moment's silence intervened; then Dick turned round with his grave
smile to Clarence:
'And how does Thucydides get on?' he asked with brotherly solicitude.
Clarence wriggled a little uneasily on his wooden chair.
'Well, it's not a hard bit,' he answered, with a shamefaced air. 'I
thought I could do it in a jiffy after you came home, Dick. It won't
take two minutes. It's just that piece, don't you know, about the revolt
in Corcyra.'
Dick looked down at him reproachfully..
'Oh, Clarry,' he cried with a pained face, 'you know you can't have
looked at it. Not a hard bit, indeed! why, it's one of the obscurest
and most debated passages in all Thucydides! Now, what's the use of my
getting you a nomination, old man, and coaching you so hard, and helping
to pay your way at the grammar school, in hopes of your getting an
Exhibition in time, if you won't work for yourself, and lift yourself
on to a better position?' And he glanced at the wooden mantelpiece, on
whose vacant scroll he had carved deep with his penknife his own motto
in life, 'Noblesse oblige,' in Lombardic letters, for his brother's
benefit.
Clarence dropped his eyes and looked really penitent.
'Well, but I say, Dick,' he answered quickly, 'if it's so awfully
difficult, don't you think it 'ud be better for me to go over it with
you first--just a running construe--and then I'd get a clearer idea of
what the chap was driving at from the very beginning?'
'Certainly _not_,' Dick answered gravely, with a little concern in his
voice, for he saw in this clever plea somewhat too strong an echo of Mr.
Plan-tagenet's own fatal plausibility. 'You should spell it out first as
well as you can by yourself; and then, when you've made out all you're
able to with grammar and dictionary, you should come to me in the last
resort to help you. Now sit down to it, there's a good boy. I shan't be
able in future to help you quite as much in your work as I've been used
to do.'
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