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"Oh, I shall do that all right enough when the time comes."

"Dear, dear! You are beginning to speak so coarsely, Cashel. After

all the pains I took with you at home!"

"I speak the same as other people," he replied, sullenly. "I don't

see the use of being so jolly particular over every syllable. I used

to have to stand no end of chaff about my way of speaking. The

fellows here know all about you, of course."

"All about me?" repeated Mrs. Byron, looking at him curiously.

"All about your being on the stage, I mean," said Cashel. "You

complain of my fighting; but I should have a precious bad time of it

if I didn't lick the chaff out of some of them."

Mrs. Byron smiled doubtfully to herself, and remained silent and

thoughtful for a moment. Then she rose and said, glancing at the

weather, "I must go now, Cashel, before another shower begins. And

do, pray, try to learn something, and to polish your manners a

little. You will have to go to Cambridge soon, you know."

"Cambridge!" exclaimed Cashel, excited. "When, mamma? When?"

"Oh, I don't know. Not yet. As soon as Dr. Moncrief says you are fit

to go."

"That will be long enough," said Cashel, much dejected by this

reply. "He will not turn one hundred and twenty pounds a year out of

doors in a hurry. He kept big Inglis here until he was past twenty.

Look here, mamma; might I go at the end of this half? I feel sure I

should do better at Cambridge than here."

"Nonsense," said Mrs. Byron, decidedly. "I do not expect to have to

take you away from Dr. Moncrief for the next eighteen months at

least, and not then unless you work properly. Now don't grumble,

Cashel; you annoy me exceedingly when you do. I am sorry I mentioned

Cambridge to you."

"I would rather go to some other school, then," said Cashel,

ruefully. "Old Moncrief is so awfully down on me."

"You only want to leave because you are expected to work here; and

that is the very reason I wish you to stay."

Cashel made no reply; but his face darkened ominously.

"I have a word to say to the doctor before I go," she added,

reseating herself. "You may return to your play now. Good-bye,

Cashel." And she again raised her face to be kissed.