"The young fellow I had so much trouble with, a few years ago—drilling him between his terms at Oxford. But for me, he never would have passed either his great or his little go. He did get plucked the first time he went up. You must remember him, Jane: he has often taken tea with us here."
"Oh, yes—yes! I remember him now. Charley Peach."
"Well, he has recently been appointed to a minor canonry in that same cathedral," resumed Mr. Halliburton. "Dr. Jacobs told me of it the other day. Now I am quite sure that Peach would be delighted to say a word for me, or to put anything in my way. That is another reason why I am inclined to go there."
"I suppose the town is a healthy one?"
"Ay, that it is; and it is seated in one of the most charming of our counties. There'll be no London fogs or smoke there."
"Then, Edgar, let us decide upon it."
"Yes, I think so—unless we should hear of an opening elsewhere that may promise better. We must be away by Midsummer, if we can, or soon after. It will be sharp work, though."
"What trouble it will be to pack the furniture!" she exclaimed.
"Pack what furniture, Jane? We must sell the furniture."
"Sell the furniture!" she uttered, aghast.