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Certainly not, Dick answered gravely, with a little concern in his voice, for he saw in this clever plea somewhat too strong an echo of Mr. Plan-tagenets own fatal plausibility. You should spell it out first as well as you can by yourself; and then, when youve made out all youre able to with grammar and dictionary, you should come to me in the last resort to help you. Now sit down to it, theres a good boy. I shant be able in future to help you quite as much in your work as Ive been used to do.

He spoke with a seriousness that was above his years. To say the truth, Mr. Plantagenets habits had almost reversed their relative places in the family. Dick was naturally conscientious, having fortunately inherited his moral characteristics rather from his mothers side than from his fathers; and being thrown early into the position of assistant bread-winner and chief adviser to the family, he had grown grave before his time, and felt the weight of domestic cares already heavy upon his shoulders. As for Clarence, who had answered his father with scant respect, he never thought for a moment of disobeying the wishes of his elder brother. He took up the dog-eared Thucydides that had served them both in turn, and the old Liddell and Scott that was still common property, and began conning over the chapter set before him with conspicuous diligence. Dick looked on meanwhile with no little satisfaction, while Eleanor went on with her work, in her chair in the corner, vaguely conscious all the time of meriting his approbation.

At last, just as they sat down to their frugal supper of bread and cheese and water for by Dicks desire they were all, save one, teetotalers Dick sprang a mine upon the assembled company by saying out all at once in a most matter-of-fact voice to his neighbour Clarry:

No, I shant be able to help you very much in future, Im afraid because, next week, Im going up to Oxford to try for a scholarship.

A profound spell of awed silence followed this abrupt disclosure of a long-formed plan. Mr. Plantagenet himself was the first to break it. He rose to the occasion.

Well, Im glad at least, my son, he said, in his most grandiose manner, you propose to give yourself the education of a gentleman.

And therefore, Dick continued, with a side-glance at Clarence, I shall need all my spare time for my own preparation.

CHAPTER III. DISCOUNTING IT

Mrs. Plantagenet looked across the table at her son with vague eyes of misgiving. This is all very sudden, Dick, she faltered out, not without some slight tremor.

Sudden for you, dear mother, Dick answered, taking her hand in his own; but not for me.

Very much otherwise.. Ive had it in my mind for a great many months; and this is what decided me.

He drew from his pocket as he spoke a small scrap of newspaper and handed it across to her. It was a cutting from the Times. Mrs. Plantagenet read it through with swimming eyes. University Intelligence: Oxford.  Four Foundation Scholarships will be awarded after public examination at Durham College on May 20th. Two will be of the annual value of One Hundred Pounds, for Classics; one of the same value for Natural Science; and one for Modern History. Application to be made, on or before Wednesday, the 19th, to the Rev. the Dean, at Durham College, who will also supply all needful information to intending candidates.

The words swam in a mist before Mrs. Planta-genets eyes. What does it all mean, dear Dick? she inquired almost tearfully.

It means, mother, Dick answered with the gentlest tenderness, that Durham is the only college in the University which gives as good a Scholarship as a hundred a year for Modern History. Now, ever since I left the grammar school, I havent had it out of my mind for a day to go, if I could, to Oxford. I think its incumbent upon a man in my position to give himself, if possible, a University training.

He said the words without the slightest air of conceit or swagger, but with a profound consciousness of their import; for to Richard Plantagenet the myth or legend of the ancient greatness of his family was a spur urging him ever on to make himself worthy of so glorious an ancestry. So Ive been working and saving ever since, he went on, with that idea constantly before me; and Ive looked out for twelve months or more in the Times every day for the announcement of an exam, for the Durham Scholarship.

But you wont get it, my boy, Mr. Plantagenet put in philosophically, after a moments consideration. You never can get it. Your early disadvantages, you know your inadequate schooling so many young fellows well coached from Eton and Harrow!

If it had been a classical one, I should agree with you: I couldnt, Im afraid, Bichard responded frankly, for he was by no means given to over-estimate his own abilities; but in history its different. You see, so much of its just our own family pedigree and details of our ancestry. That acted as a fillip gave me an interest in the subject from the very first; and as soon as I determined to begin reading for Oxford, I felt at once my best chance would lie in Modern History. And thats why Ive been working away at it as hard as ever I could in all my spare time for more than a twelvemonth.

But have you been reading the right books, Dick?  thats the question, his father put in dubiously, with a critical air, making a manful effort to recall the names of the works that were most authoritative in the subject when he himself last looked at a history: Sharon Turner, Kemble, Palgrave, Thierry, Guizot and so forth?

Richard had too deep a respect for the chief of the Plantagenets, miserable sot though he was, to be betrayed into a smile by this belated catalogue. He only answered with perfect gravity: Im afraid none of those would be of much use to me nowadays in a Scholarship exam.: another generation has arisen, which knows not Joseph. But Ive got up all the books recommended in the circular of the Board of Studies Freeman, you know, and Stubbs and Green, and Froude and Gardner. And Ive worked especially at the reigns of the earlier Plantagenets, and the development of the towns and guilds, and all that sort of thing, in Brentano and Seebohm.

Mr. Plantagenet held his peace and looked profoundly wise. He had barely heard the names of any of these gentlemen himself: at the best of times his knowledge had always been shallow rather showy than exact; a journalists stock-in-trade and since his final collapse into the ignominious position of dancing-master at Chiddingwick he had ceased to trouble himself much about any form of literature save the current newspaper. A volume of Barry Nevilles Collected Essays, bound in the antiquated style of the Book of Beauty, with a portrait of the author in a blue frock-coat and stock for frontispiece, stood on his shelf by way of fossil evidence to his extinct literary pretensions; but Barry Neville himself had dropped with time into the usual listless apathy of a small English country town. So he held his peace, not to display his ignorance further; for he felt at once, from this glib list of authorities, that Dicks fluent display of acquaintance with so many new writers, whose very names he had never before heard though they were well enough known in the modern world of letters to be recommended by an Oxford Board of Studies put him hopelessly out of court on the subject under discussion.

Jones tertius has a brother at Oxford, Clarence put in very eagerly; and hes a howling swell he lives in a room thats panelled with oak from top to bottom.