Both my parents were secretly vexed that I had come into the world an hour sooner than my brother; and Gerald himself looked upon it as a sort of juggle,--a kind of jockeyship by which he had lost the prerogative of birthright.

This very early rankled in his heart, and he was so much a greater favourite than myself that, instead of rooting out so unfortunate a feeling on his part, my good parents made no scruple of openly lamenting my seniority.
I believe the real cause of our being taken from the domestic instructions of the Abbe (who was an admirable teacher) and sent to school, was solely to prevent my uncle deciding everything in my favour.
Montreuil, however, accompanied us to our academy, and remained with us during the three years in which we were perfecting ourselves in the blessings of education.
At the end of the second year, a prize was instituted for the best proficient at a very severe examination; two months before it took place we went home for a few days.

After dinner my uncle asked me to walk with him in the park.

I did so: we strolled along to the margin of a rivulet which ornamented the grounds.

There my uncle, for the first time, broke silence.
"Morton," said he, looking down at his left leg, "Morton, let me see; thou art now of a reasonable age,--fourteen at the least." "Fifteen, if it please you, sir," said I, elevating my stature as much as I was able.
"Humph! my boy; and a pretty time of life it is, too.