The bedrooms one after another became tedious to him when Mrs
Boncassen would make communications respecting each of them to her
daughter. 'That is Gerald's room,' said Silverbridge. 'You have
never seen Gerald. He is such a brick.' Mrs Boncassen was charmed
with the whips and sticks and boxing-gloves in Gerald's room, and
expressed an opinion that young men in the States mostly carried
their knickknacks about with them to the Universities. When she
was told that he had another collection of 'knickknacks' at
Matching, and another at Oxford, she thought that he was a very
extravagant young man. Isabel who had heard all about the gambling
in Scotland, looked round her lover and smiled.
'Well, my dear,' said Mrs Boncassen, as they took their leave, 'it
is a very grand house, and I hope with all my heart you may have
your health there and be happy. But I don't know that you'll be
any happier because it's so big.'
'Wait till you see Gatherum,' said Silverbridge. 'That, I own,
does make me unhappy. It has been calculated that three months at
Gatherum Castle would drive a philosopher mad.
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