"Oh! now!" cried Janet, "if it were only the pleasure of being free
from patronage it would be something."
"Gratitude!" said Bobus.
"I'll show my gratitude," said Janet; "we'll give all of them at
Kencroft all the fine clothes and jewels and amusements that ever
they care for, more than ever they gave us; only it is we that shall
give and they that will take, don't you see?"
"Sweet charity," quoth Bobus.
Those two were a great contrast; Janet had never been so radiant,
feeling her sentence of banishment revoked, and realising more
vividly than anyone else was doing, the pleasures of wealth. The
cloud under which she had been ever since the coming to the Pagoda
seemed to have rolled away, in the sense of triumph and anticipation;
while Bobus seemed to have fallen into a mood of sarcastic ill-
temper. His mother saw, and it added to her sense of worry, though
her bright sweet nature would scarcely have fathomed the cause, even
had she been in a state to think actively rather than to feel
passively. Bobus, only a year younger than Allen, and endowed with
more force and application, if not with more quickness, had always
been on a level with his brother, and felt superior, despising
Allen's Eton airs and graces, and other characteristics which most
people thought amiable.
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