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handsome and distinguished-looking than the Heir Apparent.

      All through the meal little else was talked of than this projected revolution, Dick’s great undertaking. The boys were most full of it. ‘Our Dick at Oxford! It was ripping – simply ripping! A lark of the first dimensions!’ Clarence made up his mind at once to go up and see Dick his very first term, in oak-panelled rooms at Durham College. They must be oak-panelled. While Harry, who had feasted on ‘Verdant Green’ for weeks, was anxious to know what sort of gown he’d have to wear, and whether he thought he’d have ample opportunities for fighting the proctors.

      ‘Twas a foregone conclusion. So innocently did they all discount ‘Our Dick’s’ success, and so firmly did they believe that whatever he attempted he was certain to succeed in!

      After supper Mr. Plantagenet rose with an important air, and unhooked his hat very deliberately from its peg. His wife and Dick and Maud all cried out with one voice:

      ‘Why, surely you’re not going out to-night, father!’

      For to go out, they knew well, in Mr. Planta-genet’s dialect, meant to spend the evening in the White Horse parlour.

      ‘Yes, my dear,’ Mr. Plantagenet answered, in his blandest tone, turning round to his wife with apologetic suavity. ‘The fact is, I have a very particular engagement this evening. No, no, Dick, my boy; don’t try to detain me. Gentlemen are waiting for me. The claims of social life, my dear son – so much engaged – my sole time for the world – my one hour of recreation! Besides, strangers have been specially invited to meet me – people who have heard of my literary reputation! ‘Twould be churlish to disappoint them.’

      And, brushing his son aside, Mr. Plantagenet stuck his hat on jauntily just a trifle askew, with ponderous airiness, and strolled down the steps as he adjusted his Inverness cape on his ample shoulders, with the air of a gentleman seeking his club, with his martial cloak around him.

      For in point of fact it had occurred to Mr. Plantagenet as they sat at supper that, if he burst in upon the White Horse as the first bearer of such novel and important gossip – how his son Richard was shortly going to enter as an undergraduate at Durham College, Oxford – not only would he gain for himself great honour and glory, but also some sympathizing friend, proud to possess the privilege of acquaintance with so distinguished a family, would doubtless mark his sense of the dignity of the occasion by offering its head the trifling hospitality of a brandy-and-soda. And since brandy-and-soda formed the mainspring of Mr. Plantagenet’s scheme of being, so noble an opportunity for fulfilling the end and aim of his existence, he felt sure, was not to be lightly neglected.

      He strolled out, all smiles, apologetic, but peremptory. As soon as he was gone, the three remaining elders glanced hard at one another with blank surmise in their eyes; but they said nothing openly. Only, in his heart, Richard blamed himself with bitter blame for his unwonted indiscretion in blurting out the whole truth. He knew that by ten to-morrow morning all the world of Chidding-wick would have heard of his projected little trip to Oxford.

      When the younger ones were gone to bed, the three still held their peace and only looked at each other. Mutual shame prevented them from ever outwardly commenting on the father’s weaknesses. Maud was the first to break the long deep silence.

      ‘After this, Dick,’ she said decisively, ‘there’s no other way out of it. You’ve burnt your boats. If you kill yourself to do it, you must win that Scholarship!’

      ‘I must,’ Dick answered firmly. ‘And what’s more, I will. I’ll get it or die for it. I could never stand the disgrace, now, of coming back empty-handed to Chiddingwick without it.’

      ‘Perhaps,’ Mrs. Plantagenet suggested, speaking boldly out the thought that lurked in all their minds, ‘he won’t say a word of it.’

      Maud and Dick looked up at her with incredulous amazement. ‘Oh, mother!’ was all they could say. They knew their father’s moods too well by far to buoy themselves up with such impossible expectations.

      ‘Well, it seals the business, anyhow,’ Dick went on, after a moment’s pause. ‘I must get it now, that’s simply certain. Though, to be sure, I don’t know that anything could make me try much harder than I’d have tried before, for your sake, mother, and for Maud’s, and the children’s, and the honour of the family.’

      ‘I wish I had your faith, Dick, in the honour of the family,’ Mrs. Plantagenet sighed wearily. ‘I can’t feel it myself. I never could feel it, somehow. Though, of course, it’s a good thing if it makes you work and hold your head up in life, and do the best you ever can for Maud and the children. Anything’s good that’s an incentive to exertion. Yet I often wish, when I see how hard you both have to toil and moil, with the music and all that, we didn’t belong to the royal stock at all, but to the other Plantagenets, who left the money.’

      Both Richard and Maud exclaimed with one accord at these painful words: ‘Oh, don’t, dear mother!’ To them, her speech sounded like sheer desecration. Faith in their own unsullied Plan-tagenet blood was for both a religion. And, indeed, no wonder. It had spurred them on to all that was highest and best within them. To give up that magnificent heritage of princely descent for mere filthy lucre would have seemed to either an unspeakable degradation. They loved their mother dearly; yet they often reflected, in a vague, half-unconscious sort of undercurrent of thought, that after all she was not herself a born Plantagenet, as they were; she had only married into the family, and couldn’t be expected to feel quite as they did on so domestic a matter. It never struck either of them that in point of fact all those better qualities in themselves which made them so jealous for the honour of the family had descended to them solely from their mother’s side of the house, and were altogether alien to the lower nature of that good-humoured, idle, unprincipled scamp and ne’er-do-well, their father.

      At the very same moment, indeed, in the cosiest corner of the White Horse parlour, Mr. Plantagenet himself, the head of the house, was observing complacently, in a mellifluous voice, to an eager little group of admiring listeners: ‘Yes, gentlemen, my son Richard, I’m proud to say, will shortly begin his career at Oxford University. I’m a poor man myself, I admit; I might have been richer but for untoward events; and circumstances have compelled me to submit in my old age to a degrading profession, for which neither my birth, my education, nor my literary habits have naturally fitted me. But I trust I have, at least, been a good father to my children. A good – father – to my children. I have given them the very best education this poor town can afford; and now, though I know it will sadly cripple my slender resources, I mean to make a struggle, my friends, a manful struggle, and send my boy Richard up to Oxford. Richard has brains, undoubted brains; he’s proud and reserved, as you all know, and doesn’t shine in society; he lacks the proper qualities; but he has undoubted brains, for all that; and brilliancy, I know to my cost’ – here he heaved a deep sigh – ‘is often a pitfall to a man of genius. Richard hasn’t genius; but he’s industrious and plodding, and possesses, I’m told, a remarkable acquaintance with the history of his country. So I’ve made up my mind to brave the effort and send him up to our ancestral University. He may do something in time to repair the broken fortunes of a respectable family. Gentlemen,’ Mr. Plantagenet went on, glancing round him for confirmation of his coming statement, ‘I think you’ll all bear me witness that I’ve never boasted or bragged about my family in any way; but you’ll all admit, too, that my family is a respectable one, and that the name I bear has not been wholly undistinguished in the history of this country. – Thank you, sir; I’m very much obliged indeed to you for your kindness; I don’t mind if I do. – Brandy, if you please, as usual, Miss Brooks —and a split soda. – Gentlemen, I thank you for your generous sympathy. Misfortune has not wholly deprived me, I’m proud to notice, of appreciative friends. I will drain this sparkling beaker, which my neighbour is good enough to offer, to an appropriate toast – the toast of Success to Richard Plantagenet of Durham College, Oxford.’

      CHAPTER IV. A ROYAL POURPARLER

      Next morning, when Richard went down to his work in town, Mr. Wells, his employer, accosted him at once with the unwelcome greeting:

      ‘Hullo, Plantagenet, so I hear you’re going up

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