The Story of Charles Strange: A Novel. Vol. 1 (of 3)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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The Story of Charles Strange: A Novel. Vol. 1 (of 3)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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"Why, yes, Charley. What else can be done? This will be no home for
her when I am out of it. Not at an ordinary school, though. I shall
send her to our old home, White Littleham Rectory. Mr. and Mrs.
Ravensworth are there still. She takes two or three pupils to bring up
with her own daughter, and will be glad of Blanche. There--we will put
that subject away for the present, Charley. I want to ask you about
something else, and Blanche will soon be back again. Do you see much
of Tom Heriot?"
"I see him very rarely indeed. He is not quartered in London, you
know."
"Charles, I am afraid--I am very much afraid that Tom is wild," she
went on, after a pause. "He came into his money last year: six
thousand pounds. We hear that he has been launching out into all sorts
of extravagance ever since. That must mean that he is drawing on his
capital."
I had heard a little about Tom's doings myself. At least, Lake had
done so, which came to the same thing. But I did not say this.
"It distresses me much, Charles. You know how careless and improvident
Tom is, and yet how generous-hearted. He will bring himself to ruin if
he does not mind, and what would become of him then? Major Carlen
says--Hush! here comes Blanche."
I cannot linger over this part of my story. Mrs. Carlen died; and
Blanche was sent to White Littleham.
And, indeed, of the next few passing years there is not much to
record. I obtained my certificate, as a matter of course. Then I
managed, by Mr. Brightman's kindness in sparing me, and by my uncle's
liberality, to keep a few terms at Oxford. I was twenty-three when I
kept the last term, and then I was sent for some months to Paris, to
make myself acquainted with law as administered in the French courts.
That over, arrangements were made for my becoming Mr. Brightman's
partner. If he had had sons, one of them would probably have filled
the position. Having none, he admitted me on easy terms, for I had my
brains about me, as the saying runs, and was excessively useful to the
firm. A certain sum was paid down by Mr. Serjeant Stillingfar, and the
firm became Brightman and Strange. I was to receive at first only a
small portion of the profits. And let me say here, that all my
expenses of every description, during these past years, had been
provided for by that good man, Charles Stillingfar, and provided
liberally. So there I was in an excellent position, settled for life
when only twenty-four years of age.
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