Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
"The first quarter was paid, Sir Gilbert; but before I left the
University, instead of the remittance, I received a letter from my
mother, desiring me to transmit a statement of all my debts to Stephen
Corbold, Esq. solicitor, Wrexhill; and that they should be attended to;
which would, she added, be more satisfactory to her than sending my
allowance without knowing how I stood with my tradesmen."
"And have you done this, my fine sir?" said Sir Gilbert, becoming almost
purple with anger. "No, Sir Gilbert, I have not."
The baronet threw his arms round him, and gave him a tremendous hug.
"I see you are worth caring for, my boy; I should never have forgiven
you if you had. Audacious rascal! Why, Charles, that Corbold has been
poking his snuffling, hypocritical nose, into every house, not only in
your parish but in mine, and in at least a dozen others, and has
positively beat poor old Gaspar Brown out of the field. The old man
called to take leave of me not a week ago, and told me that one after
another very nearly every client he had in this part of the world had
come or sent to him for their papers, in order to deposit them with this
canting Corbold; and, as I hear, all the little farmers for miles round,
are diligently going to law in the name of the Lord. But what did you
do, my dear boy, for money?"
"Oh! I have managed pretty well. It was a disappointment certainly, and
at first I felt a little awkward, for the letter did not reach me till I
had ordered my farewell supper; and as in truth I had no tradesmen's
bills to pay, I gave my orders pretty liberally, and of course have been
obliged to leave the account unpaid,--an arrangement which to many
others would have had nothing awkward in it at all; but as my allowance
has been always too liberal to permit my being in debt during any part
of the time I have been at college, the not paying my last bill there
was disagreeable. However the people were abundantly civil, and I
flatter myself that, without the assistance of Mr. Corbold, I shall be
able to settle this matter before long."
"What is the sum you have left unpaid, Charles?" inquired the baronet
bluntly. "Seventy-five pounds, Sir Gilbert."
"Then just sit down for half a moment, and write a line enclosing the
money; you may cut the notes in half if you think there is any danger."
And as he spoke he laid bank-notes to the amount of seventy-five pounds
on her ladyship's botanical dresser.
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