‘Not so dreary as I had, Wilfrid, I am certain. You had at least the
mountains to comfort you. Anywhere is better than at home, with a meal
of Bible oil and vinegar twice a day for certain, and a wine-glassful
of it now and then in between. Damnation’s better than a spoony heaven.
To be away from home is heaven enough for me.’
‘But your mother, Charley!’ I ventured to say.
‘My mother is an angel. I could almost be good for her sake. But I
never could, I never can get near her. My father reads every letter she
writes before it comes to me--I know that by the style of it; and I’m
equally certain he reads every letter of mine before it reaches her.’
‘Is your sister at home?’
‘No. She’s at school at Clapham--being sand-papered into a saint, I
suppose.’
His mouth twitched and quivered. He was not pleased with himself for
talking as he did.
‘Your father means it for the best,’ I said.
‘I know that. He means _his_ best. If I thought it _was_ the best, I
should cut my throat and have done with it.’
‘But, Charley, couldn’t we do something to find out, after all?’
‘Find out what, Wilfrid?’
‘The best thing, you know; what we are here for.’
‘I’m sick of it all, Wilfrid. I’ve tried till I am sick of it. If you
should find out anything, you can let me know. I am busy trying not to
think. I find that quite enough. If I were to think, I should go mad.’
‘Oh, Charley! I can’t bear to hear you talk like that,’ I exclaimed;
but there was a glitter in his eye which I did not like, and which made
me anxious to change the subject.--‘Don’t you like being here?’ I
asked, in sore want of something to say.
‘Yes, well enough,’ he replied. ‘But I don’t see what’s to come of it,
for I can’t work. Even if my father were a millionnaire, I couldn’t go
on living on him. The sooner that is over, the better!’
He was looking down, and gnawing at that tremulous upper lip. I felt
miserable.
‘I wish we were at the same college, Charley!’ I said.
‘It’s better as it is,’ he rejoined. ‘I should do you no good. You go
in for reading, I suppose?’
‘Well, I do. I mean my uncle to have the worth of his money.’
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