hard cash-第2章
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ttled about a twelvemonth； and the very day for his going to Oxford was at hand； when one morning Mr。 Edward formally cleared his throat： it was an unusual act； and drew the ladies' eyes upon him。 He followed the solemnity up by delivering calmly and ponderously a connected discourse； which astonished them by its length and purport。 〃Mamma； dear； let us look the thing in the face。〃 （This was his favourite expression； as well as habit。） 〃I have been thinking it quietly over for the last six months。 Why send me to the university？ I shall be out of place there。 It will cost you a lot of money； and no good。 Now； you take a fool's advice； don't you waste your money and papa's； sending a dull fellow like me to Oxford。 I did bad enough at _Eton。_ Make me an engineer； or something。 If you were not so fond of me； and I of you； I'd say send me to Canada； with a pickaxe； you know I have got no headpiece。〃
Mrs。 Dodd had sat aghast； casting Edward deprecating looks at the close of each ponderous sentence； but too polite to interrupt a soul； even a son talking nonsense。 She now assured him she could afford very well to send him to Oxford； and begged leave to remind him that he was too good and too sensible to run up bills there； like the young men who did not really love their parents。 〃Then； as for learning； why； we must be reasonable in our turn。 Do the best you can； love。 We know you have no great turn for the classics； we do not expect you to take high honours like young Mr。 Hardie； besides； that might make your head ache： he has sad headaches； his sister told Julia。 But； my dear； an university education is indispensable Do but see how the signs of it follow a gentleman through life； to say nothing of the valuable acquaintances and lasting friendships he makes there： even those few distinguished persons who have risen in the would without it； have openly regretted the want； and have sent their children： and _that_ says volumes to me。〃
〃Why； Edward； it is the hall…mark of a gentleman；〃 said Julia eagerly。 Mrs。 Dodd caught a flash of her daughter： 〃And my silver shall never be without it；〃 said she warmly。 She added presently； in her usual placid tone； 〃I beg your pardon； my dears； I ought to have said my gold。〃 With this she kissed Edward tenderly on the brow； and drew an embrace and a little grunt of resignation from him。 〃Take the dear boy and show him our purchases； love！〃 said Mrs。 Dodd； with a little gentle accent of half reproach； scarce perceptible to a male ear。
〃Oh； yes；〃 and Julia rose and tripped to the door。 There she stood a moment； half turned； with arching neck； colouring with innocent pleasure。 〃Come； darling。 Oh； you good…for… nothing thing。〃
The pair found a little room hard by； paved with china； crockery； glass； baths； kettles； &c。
〃There； sir。 Look them in the face； and us； if you can。〃
〃Well； you know； I had no idea you had been and bought a cart…load of things for Oxford。〃 His eye brightened； he whipped out a two…foot rule； and began to calculate the cubic contents。 〃I'll turn to and make the cases； Ju。〃
The ladies had their way； the cases were made and despatched； and one morning the Bus came for Edward； and stopped at the gate of Albion Villa。 At this sight mother and daughter both turned their heads quickly away by one independent impulse； and set a bad example。 Apparently neither of them had calculated on this paltry little detail； they were game for theoretical departures； to impalpable universities： and 〃an air…drawn Bus； a Bus of the mind；〃 would not have dejected for a moment their lofty Spartan souls on glory bent； safe glory。 But here was a Bus of wood； and Edward going bodily away inside it。 The victim kissed them； threw up his portmanteau and bag； and departed serene as Italian skies； the victors watched the pitiless Bus quite out of sight； then went up to his bedroom； all disordered by packing； and； on the very face of it； vacant； and sat down on his little bed intertwining and weeping。
Edward was received at Exeter College； as young gentlemen are received at college； and nowhere else； I hope； for the credit of Christendom。 They showed him a hole in the roof； and called it an 〃Attic；〃 grim pleasantry！ being a puncture in the modern Athens。 They inserted him； told him what hour at the top of the morning he must be in chapel； and left him to find out his other ills。 His cases were welcomed like Christians； by the whole staircase。 These undergraduates abused one another's crockery as their own： the joint stock of breakables had just dwindled very low； and Mrs。 Dodd's bountiful contribution was a godsend。
The new comer soon found that his views of a learned university had been narrow。 Out of place in it？ why； he could not have taken his wares to a better market； the modern Athens； like the ancient； cultivates muscle as well as mind。 The captain of the university eleven saw a cricket…ball thrown all across the ground； he instantly sent a professional bowler to find out who that was； through the same ambassador the thrower was invited to play on club days； and proving himself an infallible catch and long…stop； a mighty thrower； a swift runner； and a steady； though not very brilliant bat； he was； after one or two repulses； actually adopted into the university eleven。 He communicated this ray of glory by letter to his mother and sister with genuine delight； coldly and clumsily expressed； they replied with feigned and fluent rapture。 Advancing steadily in that line of academic study towards which his genius lay； he won a hurdle race； and sent home a little silver hurdle； and soon after brought a pewter pot； with a Latin inscription recording the victory at 〃Fives〃 of Edward Dodd： but not too arrogantly； for in the centre of the pot was this device； 〃The Lord Is My Illumination。〃 The Curate of Sandford； who pulled number six in the Exeter boat； left Sandford for Witney： on this he felt he could no longer do his college justice by water； and his parish by land； nor escape the charge of pluralism； preaching at Witney and rowing at Oxford。 He fluctuated； sighed； kept his Witney； and laid down his oar。 Then Edward was solemnly weighed in his jersey and flannel trousers； and proving only eleven stone eight； whereas he had been ungenerously suspected of twelve stone；* was elected to the vacant oar by acclamation。 He was a picture in a boat； and； 〃Oh！！！ well pulled； six！！〃 was a hearty ejaculation constantly hurled at him from the bank by many men of other colleges； and even by the more genial among the cads； as the Exeter glided at ease down the river； or shot up it in a race。
*There was at this time a prejudice against weight； which has yielded to experience
He was now as much talked of in the university as any man of his college； except one。 Singularly enough that one was his townsman； but no friend of his； he was much Edward's senior in standing； though not in age； and this is a barrier the junior must not step overwithout direct encouragementat Oxford。 Moreover； the college was a large one； and some of 〃the sets〃 very exclusive： young Hardie was Doge of a studious clique； and careful to make it understood that he was a reading man who boated and cricketed； to avoid the fatigue of lounging； not a boatman or cricketer who strayed into Aristotle in the intervals of Perspiration。
His public running since he left Harrow was as follows： the prize poem in his fourth term； the sculls in his sixth； the Ireland scholarship in his eighth （he pulled second for it the year before）； Stroke of the Exeter in his tenth； and reckoned sure of a first class to consummate his twofold career。
To this young Apollo； crowned with variegated laurel； Edward looked up from a distance。 The brilliant creature never bestowed a word on him by land； and by water only such observations as the following： 〃Time； Six！〃 〃Well pulled； Six！〃 〃Very well pulled； Six！〃 Except； by…the…bye； one race； when he swore at him like a trooper for not being quicker at starting。 The excitement of nearly being bumped by Brasenose in the first hundred yards was an excuse。 However； Hardie apologised as they were dressing in the barge after the race； but the apology was so stiff； it did not pave the way to an acquaintance。
Young Hardie；
