College stories; College students -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Trinity College (University of Cambridge) -- Fiction
Henley week came round in due course, but Mrs. Higginbotham, alas, did
not come round with it. Her cold had settled on her lungs and the poor
lady was brought very low. At the time Mr. Binney hoped to have been
paddling her about on the Thames in a Canadian canoe she was surveying
the beauties of Torquay in a bathchair. Mr. Binney had been told by
Minshull that if he really wished to pass the Trinity entrance
examination in October, it was absolutely imperative that he should not
lose a single day's work if he could possibly help it, so Lucius won a
reprieve for that occasion, at least, and as the Eton boys managed to
win the Ladies' Plate and rowed a good race in the semi-final heat for
the Grand Challenge Cup, he spent on the whole a pleasant Henley.
During the first few weeks of his holidays he was training for and
rowing in some of the up-river regattas, and September he spent with
various school-fellows in Scotland, so it was not until just before he
was due at Cambridge that he found himself once more in the house in
Russell Square and the society of his father. Mr. Binney, in the
meantime, fired with a mighty ambition to show his mettle and acquit
himself well in his examination, had retired to an east coast village
with Minshull, and devoted himself strenuously to his books. He had
worked very hard for six months, but a man who has left a cheap
commercial school at the age of fourteen, and that thirty years before,
can hardly expect to do in that time what a public school boy has been
working steadily up to ever since his education began. A month before
the examination, Minshull saw that his pupil had no chance of success,
and told him so one morning as they were walking together by the sea.
Mr. Binney was heart-broken.
"_No_ chance, Minshull?" he asked plaintively. "I don't mind working
another two hours a day, you know. Isn't there _any_ chance?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Binney," said Minshull. "You have worked very
hard; you couldn't have done better; but you see the work is all new to
you. You might get in at the Hall, perhaps, or if you cared about it I
should think I might have enough influence with the Peterhouse
authorities to----"
"Never," said Mr. Binney firmly. "Trinity or nowhere. If I make up my
mind to a thing, I stick to it. I shouldn't have made my fortune if I
hadn't."
"I should advise you, sir, to give up all ideas of attempting the
October examination," said Minshull. "I can assure you you can't
possibly pass it, and if you do very badly it may be prejudicial to
your chances in the future. Take a month's holiday, or you'll knock
yourself up. Then set to work again and be ready for them next spring."
"I feel you're right," said poor Mr. Binney. "I feel you're right,
Minshull, but it's a sad blow. You'll excuse me if I just walk on
alone for a bit. I shall get over it better."
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