"I'll take rooms," was the reply, "and I shall spend as much time as I
can with you in London. You want looking after, my son; I've heard all
about you."
His son, without inquiring as to the nature of the information, denied it
at once upon principle; he also alluded darkly to his education, and
shook his head over the effects of a change at such a critical period of
his existence.
"And you talk too much for your age," was his father's comment when he
had finished. "A year or two with your aunt ought to make a nice boy of
you; there's plenty of room for improvement."
He put his plans in hand at once, and a week before he sailed again had
disposed of the house. Some of the furniture he kept for himself; but
the bulk of it went to his sister as conscience-money.
Master Hardy, in very low spirits, watched it taken away. Big men in
hob-nailed boots ran noisily up the bare stairs, and came down slowly,
steering large pieces of furniture through narrow passages, and using
much vain repetition when they found their hands acting as fenders.
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