"
"But what is it to come to?"
"I have thought of that. Understand that it is enough for me to live
near her, and be now and then of some little service to her."
They were interrupted by a note, which Mr. Ogilvie read, and handed
to his sister with a smile:—-
"DEAR MR. OGILVIE,-—Could you and Mary make it convenient to look in
this evening? Bobus has horrified his uncle by declining to go up
for a scholarship at Eton or Winchester, and I should be very glad to
talk it over with you. Also, I shall have to ask you to take little
Armine into school after the holidays.
"Yours sincerely,
"C. O. BROWNLOW."
"What does the boy mean?" asked Mary. "I thought he was the pride of
your heart."
"So he is; but he is ahead of his fellows, and ought to be elsewhere.
All measures have been taken for sending him up to stand at one of
the public schools, but I thought him very passive about it. He is
an odd boy-—reserved and self-concentrated-—quite beyond his uncle's
comprehension, and likely to become headstrong at a blind exercise of
authority."
"I used to like Allen best," said Mary.
"He is the pleasantest, but there's more solid stuff in Bobus.
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