England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, English
Tod ran his hands through his damp hair: what with wrath and emotion he
was in a fine heat. Knowing nothing of the law himself, he supposed old
Brandon could do as he said, and it sobered him.
"I am your father's friend, Joseph Todhetley, and I'll take care of you
for his sake if I can. I have stayed on here, putting myself, as it
were, into his place to save him pain. As his substitute, I have a right
to be heard; ay, and to act. Do you know that your dead mother was very
dear to me? I will tell you what perhaps I never should have told you
but for this crisis in your life, that her sister was to me the dearest
friend a man can have in this life; she would have been my wife but that
death claimed her. Your mother was nearly equally dear, and loved me to
the last. She took my hand in dying, and spoke of you; of you, her only
child. 'Should it ever be in your power to shield him from harm or
evil, do so, John,' she said, 'do it for my sake.' And with Heaven's
help, I will do it now."
Tod was moved. The mention of his mother softened him at all times. Mr.
Brandon sat down again.
"Don't let us play at this pitched battle, Joe. Hear a bit of truth from
me, of common sense: can't you see that I have your interest at heart?
There are two roads that lie before a young man on his setting out in
life, either of which he can take: you can take either, even yet. The
one leads to honour, to prosperity, to a clear conscience, to a useful
career, to a hale and happy old age--and, let us hope, to heaven. The
other leads to vice, to discomfort, to miserable self-torment, to a
waste of talent and energies; in short, to altogether a lost life. Lost,
at any rate, for this world: and--we'll not speculate upon what it may
be in the other. Are you attending?"
Tod just lifted his eyes in answer. I sat at the table by my books,
silently turning some of their leaves, ready to drop through the floor
with annoyance. Mr. Brandon resumed.
"You have come to the Oxford University to perfect your education; to
acquire self-reliance, experience, and a tone of good manners; to keep
upright ways, to eschew bad company, and to train yourself to be a
Christian gentleman. Do this, and you will go home with satisfaction and
a sound conscience. In time you will marry, and rear your children to
good, and be respected of all men. This is the career expected of you;
this is the road you ought to take."
He paused slightly, and then went on.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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