He will be very grateful to you, of
course. He will be very glad that Harry has atoned his disgrace, but he
will never understand why he incurred it. And, after all, he will only
be glad because the family honour is restored."
"I don't agree," said Durrance. "I believe the old man is rather fond of
his son, though to be sure he would never admit it. I rather like
General Feversham."
Lieutenant Sutch had seen very little of General Feversham during the
last five years. He could not forgive him for his share in the
responsibility of Harry Feversham's ruin. Had the general been capable
of sympathy with and comprehension of the boy's nature, the white
feathers would never have been sent to Ramelton. Sutch pictured the old
man sitting sternly on his terrace at Broad Place, quite unaware that he
was himself at all to blame, and on the contrary, rather inclined to
pose as a martyr, in that his son had turned out a shame and disgrace to
all the dead Fevershams whose portraits hung darkly on the high walls of
the hall. Sutch felt that he could never endure to talk patiently with
General Feversham, and he was sure that no argument would turn that
stubborn man from his convictions.
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