She's to get up this evening." "Well, I shall be glad when to-morrow's over," said Reginald; "it's awful to have it all hanging over one like this.

I can't believe father was alive a week ago, you know." "No more can I," said the other; "and I'm certain we shall not realise how we miss him for long enough yet." They walked on for some distance in silence, each full of his own reflections.
Then Horace said, "Mother is sure to want to stay on here, she's so fond of the place." "Yes, it's a comfort she won't have to move.

By the way, I wonder if she will want us to leave Wilderham and stay at home now." "I fancy not.

Father wanted you to go to Oxford in a couple of years, and she is sure not to change his plan." "Well, I must say," said Reginald, "if I am to settle down as a country gentleman some day, I shall be glad to have gone through college and all that sort of thing before.

If I go up in two years, I shall have finished before I'm twenty-three.