So Hugh had been sent to Harrow, and then to Oxford,--where he had much displeased his aunt by not accomplishing great things,--and then had been set down to make his fortune as a barrister in London, with an allowance of L100 a year, his aunt having paid, moreover, certain fees for entrance, tuition, and the like.

The very hour in which Miss Stanbury learned that her nephew was writing for a penny newspaper she sent off a dispatch to tell him that he must give up her or the penny paper.

He replied by saying that he felt himself called upon to earn his bread in the only line from which, as it seemed to him, bread would be forthcoming.

By return of post he got another letter to say that he might draw for the quarter then becoming due, but that that would be the last.

And it was the last.
Stanbury made an ineffectual effort to induce his aunt to make over the allowance,--or at least a part of it,--to his mother and sisters, but the old lady paid no attention whatever to the request.