The Son of His Father; vol. 2/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Son of His Father; vol. 2/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fathers and sons -- Fiction
Cattley! John, notwithstanding that he felt himself rather a fine
fellow, had preserved, probably because of having been so far removed
from the scene of them, all the traditions and reverential usages of his
youth, and to have called his old tutor Cattley would have been no more
possible to him than to have thrown stones at the old church-tower which
presided over the village. Percy, too, thought himself a fine fellow, a
much finer fellow than John, and the young layman naturally saw the
absurd aspect of that conviction in the person of the young priest.
‘I am very well,’ he said, ‘I have had a capital breakfast, and
everything here looks delightful and like itself--even Mr. Cattley;
only you and I have changed, I think.’
‘You’re not so big as you promised to be,’ said Percy, with
satisfaction. ‘I thought you’d have grown twice that height. Dick is six
foot, don’t you know. That’s all very well for one in a family, but you
can’t go on doing it. I suppose you’re going now to see--Aunt Mary?
You’re expected, of course. Cattley, there’s a good fellow, do put me up
a little to the manners and customs of Feather Lane.’
‘If I go now will it be too early for--the ladies?’ said John, ‘as I see
you’ve got business on hand.’
‘Oh, not at all; no business in particular; only I’m taking hold of the
work, and Cattley is giving it up. Things are a little different, don’t
you know, from what they were when he took it up. I daresay I shall have
to make changes,’ Percy said.
‘Every new man does that,’ said mild Mr. Cattley, ‘and undoes them again
two or three times probably before he finds the right way.’
‘I hope,’ said Percy, ‘I shan’t be so long about it as that; but if
you’re ready, Jack, I’ll step along with you. You mightn’t find Aunt
Mary by yourself. She’s busier than ever in the parish, more busy than
she has any occasion to be; but ladies seldom attain the _juste
milieu_.’
Mr. Cattley’s eyes flashed a little at this, but he only permitted
himself to say,
‘You must give up those pretty speeches about ladies if you mean to do
much good in the parish. Shall I see you back to dinner, John?’
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