There were the rounded forehead, the aquiline nose, the hazel eyes, the
nut-brown hair, the ruby lips, the pearly teeth, the dimpled cheeks and
tiny chin of his mother, who probably was grappling at the crumbs of
pauperism! However, Sir John manfully tried to hide from his boy the
source of his grave looks, until some day of revelation would demand
their blackened origin to be boldly announced to him who as yet was
solely ignorant of his mother being alive.
Six weeks' holiday passed too quickly, Hugh thought, until he would
another time be compelled to quit his home of unbounded luxury and enter
Chitworth College, Berks, for a further period of instruction, the
length of which events alone would define.
Although the very name of Chitworth College brought reminiscences of
dislike to him who suffered so much from one of its former staff, yet
those days had fled, and with them the footsteps of flaming stratagem.
Being a personal friend of Professor O'Sullivan, Sir John preferred his
son to reside with him, and receive under his able control all the
necessary acquirements devolving upon a son of such a proud and
distinguished race. The morning at last arrived for Hugh to start on his
college career, and, accompanied by his father, was not long in
completing the journey.
The interview between Sir John and his attached friend, Doctor
O'Sullivan, was affecting in the extreme, so much so that Hugh, being an
entire stranger to such outbursts of grief, and not being prepared for
such sudden emotional and silent greeting as that now witnessed by him,
began to feel it impossible to refrain from joining in their sorrow.
Throwing his youthful arms around his father's neck, he sobbed
hysterically, and could only be quieted when his father again appeared
cheerful.
Leaving his son in charge of Doctor O'Sullivan, the latter retired from
duty that day, and begged Sir John to remain over-night, adding that he
would so much like to have a chat with him over matters he had known,
and was persuaded to believe caused heartfelt pity to be secreted where
once there dwelt heartfelt pride. To this proposal Sir John consented
willingly, not caring to leave his gentle and much-loved boy so soon
after such a trying meeting as that which he not alone witnessed between
friends of old standing, but in which he modestly and sympathetically
joined.
All the past gravity which marred Sir John Dunfern's mirth and
usefulness, and which he kept attracted to one common centre, crept from
its crazy cell on this evening. So soon as dinner was over the President
and Sir John retired to a room of seclusion, and the intense relief it
gave the trodden and blighted messenger of manhood to at last have a
friend in whom he could confide no one could half imagine!
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