"Beggars mustn't be choosers," said Bertie. "We are not exactly what you would call rolling in riches just now. And Bellevue street happens to be about midway between St. Sylvester's and Standon Square, so it will suit us both."
"Standon Square?" Percival repeated.
"Yes. Oh, didn't I tell you? My mother came to school at Brenthill. It was her old schoolmistress we remembered lived here when we had your letter. So we wrote to her, and the old dear not only promised me some pupils, but it is settled that Judith is to go and teach there every day. Judith thinks we ought to stick to one another, we two."
"You're a lucky fellow," said Percival. "You don't know, and won't know, what loneliness is here."
"But how do you come to know anything about it? That's what I can't understand. I thought your grandfather died last summer?"
"So he did."
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"But I thought you were to come in for no end of money?"