I shall be on the spot to receive it and join in the festivities.

If you are not lying, you deserve credit for getting rid of the tutor.

See he is packed off before I come; and see I get no more impertinence from those brats of yours, unless you wish trouble to their father.
"Yours,-- "R.R." The receipt of this genial epistle considerably marred the pleasure with which Captain Oliphant looked forward to the approaching festivities at Maxfield.
It had been bad enough to have the Oxford scheme and all it involved fall through.

Roger had explained in his pleasant manner that he was not disposed to accept his guardian's advice as to a University course at present; and as his decision was backed up by both Mrs Ingleton and Mr Armstrong, the poor man found himself in a minority, and no nearer a solution to his difficulties than before.
In addition to this, Roger was every day recovering health, and, in Rosalind's absence, devoting himself more loyally than ever to his tutor's direction and instruction.
Altogether Captain Oliphant had a dismal consciousness of being out in the cold.

His carefully thought cut plans seemed to advance no further.
Mrs Ingleton's ill-health was an unlooked-for difficulty.