"My dear friend," said the Parson, "what I ask of you at present is but to see him--to receive him kindly--to listen to his conversation--to judge for yourselves. We can have but a common object--that your grandson should succeed in life, and do you credit. Now, I doubt very much whether we can effect this by making him a small shopkeeper." "And has Jane Fairfield, who married a common carpenter, brought him up to despise small shopkeepers?" exclaimed Mrs. Avenel, angrily. "Heaven forbid! Some of the first men in England have been the sons of small shopkeepers. But is it a crime in them, or their parents, if their talents have lifted them into such rank or renown as the haughtiest duke might envy? England were not England if a man must rest where his father began." "Good!" said, or rather grunted, an approving voice, but neither Mrs. Avenel nor the Parson heard it. "All very fine," said Mrs. Avenel, bluntly. "But to send a boy like that to the university--where's the money to come from?" "My dear Mrs. Avenel," said the Parson, coaxingly, "the cost need not be great at a small college at Cambridge; and if you will pay half the expense, I will pay the other half. I have no children of my own, and can afford it." "That's very handsome in you, sir," said Mrs. Avenel, somewhat touched, yet still not graciously. "But the money is not the only point." "Once at Cambridge," continued Mr. Dale, speaking rapidly, "at Cambridge, where the studies are mathematical--that is, of a nature for which he has shown so great an aptitude--and I have no doubt he will distinguish himself; if he does, he will obtain, on leaving, what is called a fellowship--that is a collegiate dignity accompanied by an income on which he could maintain himself until he made his way in life. Come, Mrs. Avenel, you are well off; you have no relations nearer to you in want of your aid. Your son, I hear, has been very fortunate." "Sir," said Mrs. Avenel, interrupting the Parson, "it is not because my son Richard is an honor to us, and is a good son, and has made his fortin, that we are to rob him of what we have to leave, and give it to a boy whom we know nothing about, and who, in spite of what you say, can't bring upon us any credit at all." "Why? I don' see that." "Why?" exclaimed Mrs. Avenel, fiercely--"why? you know why. No, I don't want him to rise in life: I don't want folks to be speiring and asking about him. I think it is a very wicked thing to have put fine notions in his head, and I am sure my daughter Fairfield could not have done it herself. And now, to ask me to rob Richard, and bring out a great boy--who's been a gardener, or plowman, or such like--to disgrace a gentleman who keeps his carriage, as my son Richard does--I would have you to know, sir, no! I won't do it, and there's an end to the matter."