“I don’t know! I saw he had been getting into a fix with those Grevilles, and had been sold somehow. They said something, and got out of my way directly, and I was sure they had done some mischief, and left him to pay the cost.”
“Did you ask him?” said Susan.
“What was the use? One never knows where to have him. He will eat up his words as fast as he says them, with his at least, till he doesn’t know what he means. Nor I didn’t want to know much of it.”
“Still I can’t think how you could let poor Bessie live under such a cloud,” said Christabel.
“You didn’t believe it,” said Sam, “nor anyone worth a snap of my finger. Besides, if I had known, and had to tell, what a horrid shame it would have been if the naval cadetship had been to be had for him! I knew Bessie would have thought so too, and then he would have been out of the way of the Grevilles, and would have got some money to make it up.”
“Then is there no chance of the cadetship now?”
“Oh, we should have heard of it long ago if there had been! So I mind the coming out the less; but it’s perfectly abominable to have had all this row, and for Papa to be so cut up in this little short time at home.”
“I never saw him more grieved,” said Mr. Merrifield. “He was hardly more overcome when your mother was at the worst.”
They started, for they had forgotten Uncle John, or they would never have spoken so freely; but he now put down his newspaper, and looked as if he meant to talk.
Susan ventured to say, “And indeed they had all been so very good before. The pig made them so.”