College stories; College students -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Trinity College (University of Cambridge) -- Fiction
"It is not over and done with, sir," said Mr. Binney. "The engagement,
if there is one, must be broken off."
"Why?" asked Lucius.
"Because I say so," said his father.
"You ought to give me a reason," said Lucius. "I'm not a child. I
love her and she loves me. Why shouldn't we be married? Of course I
don't mean now, but in two years' time or so, when you make me a
partner in the business."
"You'll never be a partner in the business," said Mr. Binney, "if you
persist in this folly. You're a boy and she's a girl, and I won't have
it. It's ridiculous."
"Of course she's a girl. I shouldn't want to marry her if she were an
old woman," said Lucius. "If you can't give me any better reason than
that, father, I don't think you're treating me fairly."
Mr. Binney laid down the law for half-an-hour or so longer. He did not
produce a better reason for refusing his sanction to the engagement,
not having a better one to produce, unless he had told Lucius that he
was objecting simply for the pleasure of asserting his authority, which
was about the long and short of it. Lucius left him at last, somewhat
dispirited, and sought the society of Dizzy, his friend.
"Governor won't hear of it," he said, laconically, as he threw himself
into an easy chair.
"Why not?" asked Dizzy.
"Wants to show his independence, I fancy," said Lucius. "He talked a
powerful lot of rot. Told me he'd turn me out of the house if I didn't
break it off."
"Oh, he'll come round," said Dizzy encouragingly. "I know his little
ways. You stick to it. You'll find yourself settled in a
semi-detached villa at Brixton in a twelve-month, bringing home a
basket of fish for dinner, and making a row about the water-rate.
It'll turn out right in the end. You see if it don't."
"I don't see much chance of it," said Lucius despondently. "The
governor swears he won't allow me enough to marry on for five years at
least. I've a good mind to take to gambling and try and pick up a bit
that way."
"Rub your eyes, old man," said Dizzy. "This is Cambridge. It isn't a
novel by Alan St. Aubyn, although you _are_ in love with a Newnham
girl, and the first fellow I've ever known up here who's gone anywhere
near it. Not that they're not regular toppers, some of them," he added
hastily, anxious to clear himself from any suspicion of being wanting
in chivalry. "But that sort of thing don't happen, as they say in the
play. And that's all about it."
"Well, it's happened with me," said Lucius. "And I'm pretty well down
in the mouth about it."
"Look here," said Dizzy. "Shall I go and tackle your old governor? I
daresay he'd listen to me."
Lucius laughed. "I won't stop you," he said, "but it won't be any
good."
"We'll see," said Dizzy. "I'll go at once."
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