He had refused him James Grade's cottage, and he would have his castle! But the day was not yet come; and as no one knew what was best for his boy, no one could foretell what would come to pass, or say what deliverance might not be in store for them! The clouds must break somehow, and then there was the sun! So, as a hundred times before, he gathered heart, and went on, doing his best, and trusting his hardest.
The summers at home between the sessions, were times of paradise to Cosmo.

Now first he seemed to himself to begin to understand the simple greatness of his father, and appreciate the teaching of Mr.
Simon.

He seemed to descry the outlines of the bases on which they stood so far above him.
And now the question came up, what was Cosmo to do after he had taken his degree.

It was impossible he should remain at home.

There was nothing for him to do there, except the work of a farm labourer.