“You shall never drive me again.”
The dean at last called to him. “What do you mean by thus repeating my words?”
“I am trying to find out what you meant,” said Henry.
“What don’t you know?” cried his enlightened cousin. “Richard is turned away; he is never to get upon our coach-box again, never to drive any of us more.”
“And was it pleasure to drive us, cousin? I am sure I have often pitied him. It rained sometimes very hard when he was on the box; and sometimes Lady Clementina has kept him a whole hour at the door all in the cold and snow. Was that pleasure?”
“No,” replied young William.
“Was it honour, cousin?”
“No,” exclaimed his cousin with a contemptuous smile.
“Then why did my uncle say to him, as a punishment, ‘he should never’”—
“Come hither, child,” said the dean, “and let me instruct you; your father’s negligence has been inexcusable. There are in society,” continued the dean, “rich and poor; the poor are born to serve the rich.”