Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877. Vol XX - No. 118 — John Shaqi
Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877. Vol XX - No. 118Various
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Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877. Vol XX - No. 118
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"No," said Percival. "I like the old house, and I can assure you, sir, that
I am proud of both my names."
"Well, well! very good names. But shouldn't you call a man a lucky fellow
if he owned a place like this?"
"My opinion wouldn't be half as well worth having as yours," was the reply.
"What do you call yourself, sir?"
"Do you think I own this place?" Mr. Thorne inquired.
"Why, yes--I always supposed so. Don't you?"
"No, I don't!" The answer was almost a snarl. "I'm bailiff, overlooker,
anything you like to call it. My master is at Oxford, at Christ Church. He
won't read, and he can't row, so he is devoting his time to learning how to
get rid of the money I am to save up for him. _I_ own Brackenhill?" He
faced abruptly round. "All that timber is mine, they say; and if I cut down
a stick your aunt Middleton is at me: 'Think of Horace.' The place was
mortgaged when I came into it. I pinched and saved--I freed it--for Horace.
Why shouldn't I mortgage it again if I please--raise money and live royally
till my time comes, eh? They'd all be at me, dinning 'Horace! Horace!' and
my duty to those who come after me, into my ears. Look at the drawing-room
furniture!"
"The prettiest old room I ever saw," said Percival.
"Ah! you're right there. But my sister doesn't think so. It's shabby, she
would tell you. But does she ask me to furnish it for her? No, no, it isn't
worth while: mine is such a short lease. When Horace marries and comes into
his inheritance, of course it must be done up. It would be a pity to waste
money about it now, especially as there's a bit of land lies between two
farms of mine, and if I don't go spending a lot in follies, I can buy it.
Think of that! I can buy it--_for Horace!_"
Percival was guarded in his replies to this and similar outbursts; and Mrs.
Middleton, seeing that he showed no disposition to toady his grandfather or
to depreciate Horace, told Godfrey Hammond that, though her brother was so
absurd about him, she thought he seemed a good sort of young man, after
all. "Time will show," was the answer. Now, this was depressing, for
Godfrey had established a reputation for great sagacity.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
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