Chapter Twenty One.
A Record of Cares.
“Hang his impudence!” said the doctor. “What do you think he told me?”
“Sir James?”
“Yes, my dear. Told me I was a regular modern Frankenstein, and that I had made a young monster to worry me to death. Such insolence! Dexter’s growing a very nice lad, and I feel as if I could make a nobleman of him if I liked, but I think I’ll send him to a good school for a bit. You see, he’s full of promise, Helen.”
“Yes, papa,” said Helen, suppressing her mirth.
“Ah! now you are laughing at me. I mean full of the promise that will some day mean performance. But—yes, I will send him to a good school.”
A good school was selected, and Dexter duly sent down to it, leaving Helen very unwillingly, but holding up manfully, and the doctor said he would come back at the holiday-time vastly improved.
In six weeks Dr Grayson received a letter asking him to fetch Dexter away to save him from being expelled.