CHAPTER IV.
THE TUTOR.
My uncle did not send us to school, but engaged a young man of humble birth, but good classical attainments, to act in the capacity of tutor to his son, and as an act of especial favour, which fact was duly impressed upon me from day to day, I was allowed the benefit of his instructions.
Mr.Jones, though a good practical teacher, was a weak, mean creature, possessing the very soul of a sneak.

He soon discovered that the best way to please his elder pupil was to neglect and treat me ill.

He had been engaged on a very moderate salary to teach _one_ lad, and he was greatly annoyed when Mr.Moncton introduced me into his presence, coldly remarking, "that I was an orphan son of his brother--a lad thrown upon his charity, and it would add very little to Mr.Jones's labours to associate me with Theophilus in his studies." Mr.Jones was poor and friendless, and had to make his own way in the world.

He dared not resent the imposition, for fear of losing his situation, and while outwardly he cheerfully acquiesced in Mr.
Moncton's proposition, he conceived a violent prejudice against me, as being the cause of it.
He was spiteful, irritable, narrow-minded man; and I soon found that any attempt to win his regard, or conciliate him, was futile: he had made up his mind to dislike me, and he did so with a hearty good will which no attention or assiduity on my part could overcome.
Theophilus, who, like his father, professed a great insight into character, read that of his instructor at a glance; and despised him accordingly.

But Theophilus was vain and fond of admiration, and could not exist without satellites to move around him, and render him their homage as to a superior luminary.