"You see," he said, "even our own lawyer gives in. He says not a word
about opposition. No, there's no help for it; Eagles' Nest must go
from you. But I think old Aunt Atkinson ought to have been ashamed of
herself."
"She must have been dreadfully wicked," sobbed Alice.
One thing they did not tell Mrs. Raynor--that she could be made
responsible for the money received and spent during the past
twelvemonth. The claim was not yet made; would not be made until Mr.
George Atkinson's arrival; time enough to tell her then.
What their plans were to be, or where they could go, or how live, was
the subject of many an anxious thought, as the days passed on. Edina
suggested this and that; but poor Mrs. Raynor and Alice shrunk from
all. As yet they could not realize what the turning-out of Eagles'
Nest would be, and instinctively shunned the anticipation.
But upon none did the blow fall so bitterly as upon Charles. He was
suddenly flung from his position on the height of a pinnacle to its
base. A few days ago he was an independent gentleman, an undergraduate
of Oxford, the heir to Eagles' Nest; now all these desirable
accessories had melted like icicles in the sunbeams. He must work for
a living, if he were to live; he must take his name off the college
books, failing the means to return to college; he must, for his mind's
best peace, forget that there was such a place as Eagles' Nest.
Work for a living! How was he to do anything of the kind, he asked
himself. And even if he were willing, and the work presented itself
(some charming, rose-coloured vision of a sinecure post would now and
again arise indistinctly before his imagination) how would he be free
to fulfil it, with those wretched debts at his heels?
One little matter did surprise Charles--he heard nothing of Huddles.
He had fully expected that within a day or two of that worthy man's
departure certain sharks of the law, or--as he seemed to prefer to
call them--tigers, would attack him. But nothing of the sort occurred.
The days went on, and Charles was still not interfered with.
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