he　had　better　begin　life　again　at　a　very　low　stage；　and　as　I　have
  just　said；　I　would　have　let　him　go　back　to　his　shop　if　I　had　not
  known　what　I　did。
  As　the　time　fixed　upon　by　his　aunt　drew　nearer　I　prepared　him　more
  and　more　for　what　was　coming；　and　at　last；　on　his　twenty…eighth
  birthday；　I　was　able　to　tell　him　all　and　to　show　him　the　letter
  signed　by　his　aunt　upon　her　death…bed　to　the　effect　that　I　was　to
  hold　the　money　in　trust　for　him。　　His　birthday　happened　that　year
  （1863）　to　be　on　a　Sunday；　but　on　the　following　day　I　transferred　his
  shares　into　his　own　name；　and　presented　him　with　the　account　books
  which　he　had　been　keeping　for　the　last　year　and　a　half。
  In　spite　of　all　that　I　had　done　to　prepare　him；　it　was　a　long　while
  before　I　could　get　him　actually　to　believe　that　the　money　was　his
  own。　　He　did　not　say　muchno　more　did　I；　for　I　am　not　sure　that　I
  did　not　feel　as　much　moved　at　having　brought　my　long　trusteeship　to
  a　satisfactory　conclusion　as　Ernest　did　at　finding　himself　owner　of
  more　than　70；000　pounds。　　When　he　did　speak　it　was　to　jerk　out　a
  sentence　or　two　of　reflection　at　a　time。　　〃If　I　were　rendering　this
  moment　in　music；〃　he　said；　〃I　should　allow　myself　free　use　of　the
  augmented　sixth。〃　　A　little　later　I　remember　his　saying　with　a　laugh
  that　had　something　of　a　family　likeness　to　his　aunt's：　　〃It　is　not
  the　pleasure　it　causes　me　which　I　enjoy　so；　it　is　the　pain　it　will
  cause　to　all　my　friends　except　yourself　and　Towneley。〃
  I　said：　　〃You　cannot　tell　your　father　and　motherit　would　drive
  them　mad。〃
  〃No；　no；　no；〃　said　he；　〃it　would　be　too　cruel；　it　would　be　like
  Isaac　offering　up　Abraham　and　no　thicket　with　a　ram　in　it　near　at
  hand。　　Besides　why　should　I？　　We　have　cut　each　other　these　four
  years。〃
  CHAPTER　LXXXII
  It　almost　seemed　as　though　our　casual　mention　of　Theobald　and
  Christina　had　in　some　way　excited　them　from　a　dormant　to　an　active
  state。　　During　the　years　that　had　elapsed　since　they　last　appeared
  upon　the　scene　they　had　remained　at　Battersby；　and　had　concentrated
  their　affection　upon　their　other　children。
  It　had　been　a　bitter　pill　to　Theobald　to　lose　his　power　of　plaguing
  his　first…born；　if　the　truth　were　known　I　believe　he　had　felt　this
  more　acutely　than　any　disgrace　which　might　have　been　shed　upon　him
  by　Ernest's　imprisonment。　　He　had　made　one　or　two　attempts　to　reopen
  negotiations　through　me；　but　I　never　said　anything　about　them　to
  Ernest；　for　I　knew　it　would　upset　him。　　I　wrote；　however；　to
  Theobald　that　I　had　found　his　son　inexorable；　and　recommended　him
  for　the　present；　at　any　rate；　to　desist　from　returning　to　the
  subject。　　This　I　thought　would　be　at　once　what　Ernest　would　like
  best　and　Theobald　least。
  A　few　days；　however；　after　Ernest　had　come　into　his　property；　I
  received　a　letter　from　Theobald　enclosing　one　for　Ernest　which　I
  could　not　withhold。
  The　letter　ran　thus：…
  〃To　my　son　Ernest；Although　you　have　more　than　once　rejected　my
  overtures　I　appeal　yet　again　to　your　better　nature。　　Your　mother；
  who　has　long　been　ailing；　is；　I　believe；　near　her　end；　she　is　unable
  to　keep　anything　on　her　stomach；　and　Dr　Martin　holds　out　but　little
  hopes　of　her　recovery。　　She　has　expressed　a　wish　to　see　you；　and
  says　she　knows　you　will　not　refuse　to　come　to　her；　which；
  considering　her　condition；　I　am　unwilling　to　suppose　you　will。
  〃I　remit　you　a　Post　Office　order　for　your　fare；　and　will　pay　your
  return　journey。
  〃If　you　want　clothes　to　come　in；　order　what　you　consider　suitable；
  and　desire　that　the　bill　be　sent　to　me；　I　will　pay　it　immediately；
  to　an　amount　not　exceeding　eight　or　nine　pounds；　and　if　you　will　let
  me　know　what　train　you　will　come　by；　I　will　send　the　carriage　to
  meet　you。　　Believe　me；　Your　affectionate　father；　　T。　PONTIFEX。〃
  Of　course　there　could　be　no　hesitation　on　Ernest's　part。　　He　could
  afford　to　smile　now　at　his　father's　offering　to　pay　for　his　clothes；
  and　his　sending　him　a　Post　Office　order　for　the　exact　price　of　a
  second…class　ticket；　and　he　was　of　course　shocked　at　learning　the
  state　his　mother　was　said　to　be　in；　and　touched　at　her　desire　to　see
  him。　　He　telegraphed　that　he　would　come　down　at　once。　　I　saw　him　a
  little　before　he　started；　and　was　pleased　to　see　how　well　his　tailor
  had　done　by　him。　　Towneley　himself　could　not　have　been　appointed
  more　becomingly。　　His　portmanteau；　his　railway　wrapper；　everything
  he　had　about　him；　was　in　keeping。　　I　thought　he　had　grown　much
  better…looking　than　he　had　been　at　two　or　three　and　twenty。　　His
  year　and　a　half　of　peace　had　effaced　all　the　ill　effects　of　his
  previous　suffering；　and　now　that　he　had　become　actually　rich　there
  was　an　air　of　insouciance　and　good　humour　upon　his　face；　as　of　a　man
  with　whom　everything　was　going　perfectly　right；　which　would　have
  made　a　much　plainer　man　good…looking。　　I　was　proud　of　him　and
  delighted　with　him。　　〃I　am　sure；〃　I　said　to　myself；　〃that　whatever
  else　he　may　do；　he　will　never　marry　again。〃
  The　journey　was　a　painful　one。　　As　he　drew　near　to　the　station　and
  caught　sight　of　each　familiar　feature；　so　strong　was　the　force　of
  association　that　he　felt　as　though　his　coming　into　his　aunt's　money
  had　been　a　dream；　and　he　were　again　returning　to　his　father's　house
  as　he　had　returned　to　it　from　Cambridge　for　the　vacations。　　Do　what
  he　would；　the　old　dull　weight　of　home…sickness　began　to　oppress　him；
  his　heart　beat　fast　as　he　thought　of　his　approaching　meeting　with
  his　father　and　mother；　〃and　I　shall　have；〃　he　said　to　himself；　〃to
  kiss　Charlotte。〃
  Would　his　father　meet　him　at　the　station？　　Would　he　greet　him　as
  though　nothing　had　happened；　or　would　he　be　cold　and　distant？　　How；
  again；　would　he　take　the　news　of　his　son's　good　fortune？　　As　the
  train　drew　up　to　the　platform；　Ernest's　eye　ran　hurriedly　over　the
  few　people　who　were　in　the　station。　　His　father's　well…known　form
  was　not　among　them；　but　on　the　other　side　of　the　palings　which
  divided　the　station　yard　from　the　platform；　he　saw　the　pony
  carriage；　looking；　as　he　thought；　rather　shabby；　and　recognised　his
  father's　coachman。　　In　a　few　minutes　more　he　was　in　the　carriage
  driving　towards　Battersby。　　He　could　not　help　smiling　as　he　saw　the
  coachman　give　a　look　of　surprise　at　finding　him　so　much　changed　in
  personal　appearance。　　The　coachman　was　the　more　surprised　because
  when　Ernest　had　last　been　at　home　he　had　been　dressed　as　a
  clergyman；　and　now　he　was　not　only　a　layman；　but　a　layman　who　was
  got　up　regardless　of　expense。　　The　change　was　so　great　that　it　was
  not　till　Ernest　actually　spoke　to　him　that　the　coachman　knew　him。
  〃How　are　my　father　and　mother？〃　he　asked　hurriedly；　as　he　got　into
  the　carriage。　　〃The　Master's　well；　sir；〃　was　the　answer；　〃but　the
  Missis　is　very　sadly。〃　　The　horse　knew　that　he　was　going　home　and
  pulled　hard　at　the　reins。　　The　weather　was　cold　and　rawthe　very
  ideal　of　a　November　day；　in　one　part　of　the　road　the　floods　were
  out；　and　near　here　they　had　to　pass　through　a　number　of　horsemen　and
  dogs；　for　the　hounds　had　met　that　morning　at　a　place　near　Battersby。
  Ernest　saw　several　people　whom　he　knew；　but　they　either；　as　is　most
  likely；　did　not　recognise　him；　or　did　not　know　of　his　good　luck。
  When　Battersby　church　tower　drew　near；　and　he　saw　the　Rectory　on　the
  top　of　the　hill；　its　chimneys　just　showing　above　the　leafless　trees
  with　which　it　was　surrounded；　he　threw　himself　back　in　the　carriage
  and　covered　his　face　with　his　hands。
  It　came　to　an　end；　as　even　the　worst　quarters　of　an　hour　do；　and　in
  a　few　minutes　more　he　was　on　the　steps　in　front　of　his　father's
  house。　　His　father；　hearing　the　carriage　arrive；　came　a　little　way
  down　the　steps　to　meet　him。　　Like　the　coachman　he　saw　at　a　glance
  that　Ernest　was　appointed　as　though　money　were　abundant　with　him；
  and　that　he　was　looking　robust　and　full　of　health　and　vigour。
  This　was　not　what　he　had　bargained　for。　　He　wanted　Ernest　to　return；
  but　he　was　to　return　as　any　respectable；　well…regulated　prodigal
  ought　to　returnabject；　broken…hearted；　asking　forgiveness　from　the
  tenderest　and　most　long…suffering　father　in　the　whole　world。　　If　he
  should　have　shoes　and　stockings　and　whole　clothes　at　all；　it　should
  be　only　because　absolute　rags　and　tatters　had　been　graciously
  dispensed　with；　whereas　here　he　was　swaggering　in　a　grey　ulster　and
  a　blue　and　white　neck…tie；　and　looking　better　than　Theobald　had　ever
  seen　him　in　his　life。　　It　was　unprincipled。　　Was　it　for　this　that　he
  had　been　generous　enough　to　offer　to　provide　Ernest　with　decent
  clothes　in　which　to　come　and　visit　his　mother's　death…bed？　　Could
  any　advantage　be　meaner　than　the　one　which　Ernest　had　taken？　　Well；
  he　would　not　go　a　penny　beyond　the　eight　or　nine　pounds　which　he　had
  promised。　　It　was　fortunate　he　had　given　a　limit。　　Why　he；　Theobald；
  had　never　been　able　to　afford　such　a　portmanteau　in　his　life。　　He
  was　still　using　an　old　one　which　his　father　had　turned　over　to　him
  when　he　went　up　to　Cambridge。　　Besides；　he　had　said　clothes；　not　a
  portmanteau。
  Ernest　saw　what　was　passing　through　his　father's　mind；　and　felt　that
  he　ought　to　have　prepared　him　in　some　way　for　what　he　now　saw；　but
  he　had　sent　his　telegram　so　immediately　on　receiving　his　father's
  letter；　and　had　followed　it　so　promptly　that　it