E-text prepared by Suzanne Shell, Mary Meehan, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net/ THE LEE SHORE by R. MACAULAY 1912 TO P.R. That division, the division of those who have and those who have not, runs so deep as almost to run to the bottom. CONTENTS CHAPTER I A Hereditary Bequest CHAPTER II The Choice of a Career CHAPTER III The Hopes CHAPTER IV The Complete Shopper CHAPTER V The Splendid Morning CHAPTER VI Hilary, Peggy, and the Boarders CHAPTER VII Diana, Actaeon, and Lord Evelyn CHAPTER VIII Peter Understands CHAPTER IX The Fat in the Fire CHAPTER X The Loss of a Profession CHAPTER XI The Loss of an Idea CHAPTER XII The Loss of a Goblet and Other Things CHAPTER XIII The Loss of the Single State CHAPTER XIV Peter, Rhoda, and Lucy CHAPTER XV The Loss of a Wife CHAPTER XVI A Long Way CHAPTER XVII Mischances in the Rain CHAPTER XVIII The Breaking-Point CHAPTER XIX The New Life CHAPTER XX The Last Loss CHAPTER XXI On the Shore THE LEE SHORE CHAPTER I A HEREDITARY BEQUEST During the first week of Peter Margerison's first term at school, Urquhart suddenly stepped, a radiant figure on the heroic scale, out of the kaleidoscopic maze of bemusing lights and colours that was Peter's vision of his new life. Peter, seeing Urquhart in authority on the football field, asked, "Who is it?" and was told, "Urquhart, of course," with the implication "Who else could it be?" "Oh," Peter said, and blushed. Then he was told, "Standing right in Urquhart's way like that! Urquhart doesn't want to be stared at by all the silly little kids in the lower-fourth." But Urquhart was, as a matter of fact, probably used to it. So that was Urquhart. Peter Margerison hugged secretly his two pieces of knowledge; so secret they were, and so enormous, that he swelled visibly with them; there seemed some danger that they might even burst him. That great man was Urquhart. Urquhart was that great man. Put so, the two pieces of knowledge may seem to have a certain similarity; there was in effect a delicate discrimination between them. If not wholly distinct one from the other, they were anyhow two separate aspects of the same startling and rather magnificent fact. Then there was another aspect: did Urquhart know that he, Margerison, was in fact Margerison? He showed no sign of such knowledge; but then it was naturally not part of his business to concern himself with silly little kids in the lower-fourth. Peter never expected it. But a few days after that, Peter came into the lavatories and found Urquhart there, and Urquhart looked round and said, "I say, you--Margerison. Just cut down to the field and bring my cap. You'll find it by the far goal, Smithson's ground. You can bring it to the lavatories and hang it on my peg. Cut along quick, or you'll be late."