'
'Riches kept for the owners thereof to their hurt,' said Mr. Kendal.
'Your grandfather's acquisitions have brought us little but evil
hitherto, and now I fear that our dear Gilbert's endeavour to break
the net which bound us into that system of iniquity and oppression,
may cause alienation from poor Lucy. Sophy, you must allow no
apparent coldness or neglect on her part to keep you from writing
often and affectionately.'
Maurice here came down with his mother, and as soon as there was a
moment's pause, laid hold of the first book he met with, and began:--
'I do not see the justness of the analogy to which Onuphrio refers,
but there are many parts of that vision on which I should wish to
hear the explanations of Philalethes.'
All broke out in amazement, 'Why, Maurice, has Mrs. Dusautoy been
making a scholar of you?'
'Oh! Maurice, was this your secret?' cried Sophy.
He had hidden his face in his mother's lap, and when she raised it
struggled to keep it down, and she felt him sobbing and panting for
breath. Mr. Kendal stroked his hair, and they tried to soothe him,
but he started up abruptly.
'I don't mean ever to be a plague again! So I did it. But there--
when Ulick said it would be a comfort, you are all going to cry
again, papa and all, and that's worse!' and stamping his foot
passionately, he would have rushed out of the room, but was held fast
in his father's arms, and indeed tears were flowing fast from eyes
that his brother's death had left dry.
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