In hearing Andrew's announcement she had much ado to repress tears of vexation; silently she seated herself, and looked with pained countenance from uncle to nephew.
'Shall you make any changes in the place ?' Godwin asked, carelessly.
'Shan't I, jest! It'll take a month to refit them eatin' rooms.

I'm agoin' to do it proper--up to Dick! and I want your 'elp, my bo-oy.

You an' me 'II jest write a bit of a circular--see?
to send round to the big pots of the Collige, an' all the parents of the young fellers as we can get the addresses of--see ?' Even amid his pangs of mortification Godwin found himself pondering an intellectual question.

Was his uncle wholly unconscious of the misery he was causing?
Had it never occurred to him that the public proximity of an uneducated shopkeeping relative must be unwelcome to a lad who was distinguishing himself at Whitelaw College?
Were that truly the case, then it would be unjust to regard Andrew resentfully; destiny alone was to blame.

And, after all, the man might be so absorbed in his own interest, so strictly confined to the views of his own class, as never to have dreamt of the sensibilities he wounded.