At last, after Colonel Brownlow had spent a day in London, he made
his appearance with a cheque-book in his hand, and the information
that he and his fellow-trustee had so arranged that the heiress could
open an account, and begin to enter on the fruition of the property.
There were other arrangements to be made, those about the out-door
servants and keepers could be settled with Richards, but she ought to
remove her two sons from the foundation of the two colleges, though
of course they would continue there as pupils.
"And Robert," she said, colouring exceedingly, "if you will let me,
there is a thing I wish very much—-to send your John to Eton with
mine. He is my godson, you know, and it would be such a pleasure to
me."
"Thank you, Caroline," said the Colonel, after a moment's hesitation,
"Johnny is to stand at the Eton election, and I should prefer his
owing his education to his own exertions rather than to any
kindness."
"Yes, yes; I understand that," said Caroline; "but I do want you to
let me do anything for any of them. I should be so grateful," she
added, imploringly, with a good deal of agitation; "please-—please
think of it, as if your brother were still here. You would never
mind how much he did for them."
"Yes, I should," said the Colonel, decidedly, but pausing to collect
his next sentence.
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