Domestic fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Hertfordshire (England) -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"Oh yes; but still he is his father. It may be that it would be expected
that he should interest himself in finding him."
"Upon my word I don't agree with you. If a thousand a year could be paid
to keep Mountjoy out of the way I think it would be well expended."
"But you were acting with the police."
"Oh, the police! What do the police know about it? Of course I talk it
all over with them. They have not the smallest idea where the man is,
and do not know how to go to work to discover him. I don't say that my
father is judicious in his brazen-faced opposition to all inquiry. He
should pretend to be a little anxious--as I do. Not that there would be
any use now in pretending to keep up appearances. He has declared
himself utterly indifferent to the law, and has defied the world. Never
mind, old fellow, we shall eat the more dinner, only I must go and
prepare myself for it."
At dinner Harry found only Septimus Jones, Augustus Scarborough, and his
aunt. Miss Scarborough said a good deal about her brother, and declared
him to be much better. "Of course you know, Augustus, that Sir William
Brodrick was down here for two days."
"Only fancy," replied he, "what one has to pay for two days of Sir
William Brodrick in the country!"
"What can it matter?" said the generous spinster.
"It matters exactly so many hundred pounds; but no one will begrudge it
if he does so many hundred pounds' worth of good."
"It will show, at any rate, that we have had the best advice," said the
lady.
"Yes, it will show;--that is exactly what people care about. What did Sir
William say?" Then during the first half of dinner a prolonged reference
was made to Mr. Scarborough's maladies, and to Sir William's opinion
concerning them. Sir William had declared that Mr. Scarborough's
constitution was the most wonderful thing that he had ever met in his
experience. In spite of the fact that Mr. Scarborough's body was one
mass of cuts and bruises and faulty places, and that nothing would keep
him going except the wearing of machinery which he was unwilling to
wear, yet the facilities for much personal enjoyment were left to him,
and Sir William declared that, if he would only do exactly as he were
told, he might live for the next five years. "But everybody knows that
he won't do anything that he is told," said Augustus, in a tone of voice
which by no means expressed extreme sorrow.
From his father he led the conversation to the partridges, and declared
his conviction that, with a little trouble and some expense, a very good
head of game might be got up at Tretton. "I suppose it wouldn't cost
much?" said Jones, who beyond ten shillings to a game-keeper never paid
sixpence for whatever shooting came in his way.
"I don't know what you call much," said Augustus, "but I think it may be
done for three or four hundred a year. I should like to calculate how
many thousand partridges at that rate Sir William has taken back in his
pocket."
"What does it matter?" asked Miss Scarborough.
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