public would be worse than anything. You put that out of his head, I hope, John. Even if he changed his name-'
'It never was in his head,' said John. 'He never thought of anything but his old line-Cathedral music: and the sacrifice to him is of that, not of the chance of the University.'
'That's not so bad,' said Alda, 'because it is a great chance whether any one ever heard of it.'
'But I doubt if it be a very desirable life, as things are at present constituted,' said John. 'I am not sure that it is not better to give the musical talent freely for that service, than to make it one's trade and livelihood.'
'I think you are right there,' said Felix. 'I suppose there is always some degree of disenchantment.'
'What did you say made his notion practicable?' said Wilmet.
'I've had Mr. Lamb with me this evening-'
'Mr. Bruce's managing clerk,' explained Wilmet to the Captain. 'Does he want you to have Ernest?'
'Yes. He has missed the exhibition from the grammar-school; and as he can't go to Oxford, fancies (deluded youth!) that he will get more reading in this line than any other. He is ready to give a premium with him, and spoke what Mr. Froggatt would call very handsomely about our house being one where he could trust him. I believe Mr. Froggatt will be gratified, and accept him.'
'Ernest Lamb-Serious mutton,' repeated Cherry; 'doesn't he look very heavy?'
'Yes; he is bookish without being quick. I don't expect he will be of much use just yet, but he is as steady as old Time; and though he and Lance would neither of them do alone, yet together I think we could get on.'
'Then,' said John, 'does it not seem to you, Wilmet, that it would be a greater positive benefit to accept Lance's offer for the present- on trial, as one may say-than to leave him to the depression that is certainly doing him harm?'
'And if Lance was there,' said Wilmet, 'I should have some comfort that Felix would be properly looked after.'
'Whatever happens,' said Felix, I shall send Lance out to Marshlands for a fortnight, and see if he is in the same mind when he comes back. After all, it depends on Mr. Froggatt: and he will be afraid people will say we have turned in the whole Grammar-school behind the counter. I wonder if Lance is safe not to laugh in the old ladies' faces when they ask-What number of what magazine, how many years ago, had a receipt for washing anti- macassars?'
By which they knew him to be very much exhilarated. That fortnight at Marshlands was not wasted. Lance had faculties for never being dull. He pottered about with Mr. or Mrs. Froggatt, fed their chickens, gathered their apples and nuts, petted their cats, tried to teach words to their parrot and tricks to their dogs, played cribbage and back- gammon with them in the evening, never had a headache, never was at a loss or upon their hands, gained their hearts completely, and came home wonderfully benefited by the respite from noise and harass, and quite decided to stand by his proposal, to which the partners, with some hesitation, had finally acceded.
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