It was all that Jock could do by his good-humoured banter
and repartee to keep the peace between the other two who, when
unchecked by regard to their mother and Babie, seemed bent on
discussing everything on which they most disagreed.
Babie was a welcome messenger to Jock at least, when she brought word
that mother hoped Armine would attend to Percy Stagg, and would take
him the book she sent down for him. Her will was law in the present
state of things, and Armine set forth in dutiful disgust; but he
found the lad so really anxious about the lady, and so much
brightened and improved, that he began to take an interest in him and
promised a fresh lesson with alacrity.
His next step in obedience was to take out his books; but Bobus had
no mind for them, and said it was too late. If Armine had really
worked diligently all the autumn, he might have easily entered King's
College, London; but now he had thrown away his chance.
Mr. Ogilvie found him with his books on the table, plunged in utter
despondency. "Your mother is not worse?" he asked in alarm.
"Oh no; she is very comfortable, and the doctor says she may get up
to-morrow."
"Then is it the Greek?" said Mr. Ogilvie, much relieved.
"Yes. Bobus says my rendering is perfectly ridiculous.
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