Nor was it wonderful I should when Mr.
Rippenger was constantly speaking of my father's magnificence in my presence before company.

Allowed to draw on him largely for pocket-money, I maintained my father's princely reputation in the school.

At times, especially when the holidays arrived and I was left alone with Julia, I had fits of mournfulness, and almost thought the boys happier than I was.

Going home began to seem an unattainable thing to me.

Having a father, too, a regular father, instead of a dazzling angel that appeared at intervals, I considered a benefaction, in its way, some recompense to the boys, for their not possessing one like mine.