CHAPTER 68
Brook Street
Silverbridge had now a week on his hands which he felt he might
devote to the lady of his love. It was a comfort to him that he
need having nothing to do with the address. To have to go, day
after day, to the Treasury in order that he might learn his
lesson, would have been disagreeable to him. He did not quite know
how the lesson would have been communicated, but fancied it would
have come from 'Old Roby', whom he did not love much better than
Sir Timothy. Then the speech must have been composed, and
afterwards submitted to someone,--probably to old Roby again, by
whom no doubt it would be cut and slashed, and made quite a
different speech than he had intended. If he had not praised Sir
Timothy himself, Roby,--or whatever other tutor might have been
assigned to him,--would have put the praise in. And then how many
hours it would have taken to learn 'the horrid thing' by heart. He
proudly felt that he had not been prompted by idleness to decline
the task; but not the less was he glad to have shuffled the burden
from off his shoulders.
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