He had just finished his course at King's College, and taken a fair
degree, and he was examining advertisements, with a view to obtaining
some employment in teaching that would put a sufficient sum in his
hands to enable him to spend a year at one of the theological
colleges, in preparation for Ordination. His mother was not happy
about it, she never would be quite easy as to Armine's roughing it at
any chance school, and she had much rather he had spent the
intervening year in working as a lay assistant to Mr. Ogilvie, who
had promised to give him a title for Orders, and would direct his
reading.
Armine, however, said he could neither make himself Mr. Ogilvie's
guest for a year, nor let his mother pay his expenses; also that he
wished to do something for himself, and that he felt the need of
definite training. All he would do, was to promise that if he should
find himself likely to break down in his intended employment of
tuition, he would give up in time and submit to her plan of boarding
him at St. Cradocke's.
"But," as he said to Babie, "I don't think it is self-will to feel
bound to try to exert myself for the one great purpose of my life.
I am too old to live upon mother any longer."
"How I do wish I could do anything to help you to the year at C---—.
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