Mrs. Peak had heard from Oliver of her brother-in-law’s proposed undertaking. She had spoken of it with anxiety to Godwin, who merely shrugged his shoulders and avoided the topic, ashamed to dwell on the particulars of his shame. In hearing Andrew’s announcement she had much ado to repress tears of vexation; silently she seated herself, and looked with pained countenance from uncle to nephew.
‘Shall you make any changes in the place?’ Godwin asked, carelessly.
‘Shan’t I, jest! It’ll take a month to refit them eatin’ rooms. I’m agoin’ to do it proper—up to d**k! and I want your ‘elp, my bo-oy. You an’ me ‘II jest write a bit of a circular—see? to send round to the big pots of the Collige, an’ all the parents of the young fellers as we can get the addresses of—see?’
Even amid his pangs of
