Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
'It will be all over, Linda, when we meet again,' said Alaric. His mind
she found was intent on his examination, not on his love. But this was
natural, was as it should be. If--and she was certain in her heart that
it would be so--if he should be successful, then he might speak of love
without having to speak in the same breath of poverty as well. 'It will
be all over when we meet again,' he said.
'I suppose it will,' said Linda.
'I don't at all like it; it seems so unnatural having to contend against
one's friend. And yet one cannot help it; one cannot allow one's self to
go to the wall.'
'I'm sure Harry doesn't mind it,' said Linda.
'I'm sure I do,' said he. 'If I fail I shall be unhappy, and if I
succeed I shall be equally so. I shall set all the world against me. I
know what your mother meant when she talked of a jackanapes yesterday.
If I get the promotion I may wish good-bye to Surbiton Cottage.'
'Oh, Alaric!'
'Harry would forgive me; but Harry's friends would never do so.'
'How can you say so? I am sure mamma has no such feeling, nor yet even
Gertrude; I mean that none of us have.'
'It is very natural all of you should, for he is your cousin.'
'You are just the same as our cousin. I am sure we think quite as much
of you as of Harry. Even Gertrude said she hoped that you would get it.'
'Dear Gertrude!'
'Because, you know, Harry does not want it so much as you do. I am sure
I wish you success with all my heart. Perhaps it's wicked to wish for
either of you over the other; but you can't both get it at once, you
know.'
At this moment Katie came in, and soon afterwards Gertrude and the two
other young men, and so nothing further was said on the subject.
Charley parted with the competitors at the corner of Waterloo Bridge.
He turned into Somerset House, being there regarded on these Monday
mornings as a prodigy of punctuality; and Alaric and Harry walked back
along the Strand, arm-in-arm, toward their own office.
'Well, lads, I hope you'll both win,' said Charley. 'And whichever wins
most, why of course he'll stand an uncommon good dinner.'
'Oh! that's of course,' said Alaric. 'We'll have it at the Trafalgar.'
And so the two walked on together, arm-in-arm, to the Weights and
Measures.
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