I wasn’t going to be a martyr to it, I promise you.
I would soon see Min again; and, in the meantime, I could wait for her and love her, in spite of all the stern mammas in creation, and notwithstanding that my tongue might be tied for awhile.
As long as I knew that she loved me in return, whom or what had I to fear?
I was, at all events, emperor of my own thoughts;—and, she was mine, there!
Chapter Four.
“Up for Exam.”
Say, should the philosophic mind disdain
That good which makes each humbler bosom vain?
Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can,
These little things are great to little man!
In pursuance of the vicar’s advice, I hied me without delay to the tutor whom he had specially recommended; and, setting to work diligently, crammed, as hard as I could, for my expected examination.