And I have to go to Winchester to-morrow." "For the scholarship ?" He nodded.
"Father! you work a great deal too hard--you look dog-tired!" cried Nora in distress.

"Why do you do so much ?" He shook his head sadly.
"You know, darling." Nora did know.

She knew that every pound was of importance to the household, that the temporary respite caused by the legacy from Lord Risborough and by Connie's prepayment would very soon come to an end, and that her father seemed to be more acutely aware of the position than he had yet been.

Her own cleverness, and the higher education she was steadily getting for herself enabled her to appreciate, as no one else in the family could or did, her father's delicate scholarly gifts, which had won him his reputation in Oxford and outside.

But the reputation might have been higher, if so much time had not been claimed year after year by the sheer pressure of the family creditors.