But--'
'But what?' asked the Master.
'If you knew my father, sir!'
'Everybody knows your father;--every Englishman I mean. Of course I
know your father,--as a public man, and I know how much the country
owes to him.'
'Yes it does. But it is not that I mean. If you knew who this
would,--would,--break his heart.' Then came a tear into the young
man's eye,--and there was something almost like a tear in the eye
of the old man too. 'Of course it was my fault. I got him to come.
He hadn't the slightest intention of staying. I think you will
believe what I say about that, sir.'
'I believe every word you say, my Lord.'
'I got into a row at Oxford. I daresay you heard. There never was
anything so stupid. That was a great grief to my father,--a very
great grief. It is so hard upon him because he never did anything
foolish himself.'
'You should try to imitate him,' Silverbridge shook his head. 'Or
at least not to grieve him.'
'That is it. He has got over the affair about me. As I'm the
eldest son I've got into Parliament, and he thinks perhaps that
all has been forgotten.
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