CHAPTER XXV
I HEAR FROM UNCLE SILAS
Without saying a word, Cousin Monica accompanied me to the school-room, and on entering she shut the door, not with a spirited clang, but quietly and determinedly.
‘Well, dear,’ she said, with the same pale, excited countenance, ‘that certainly is a sensible and charitable arrangement. I could not have believed it possible, had I not heard it with my ears.’
‘About my going to Bartram-Haugh?’
‘Yes, exactly so, under Silas Ruthyn’s guardianship, to spend two—three—of the most important years of your education and your life under that roof. Is that, my dear, what was in your mind when you were so alarmed about what you were to be called upon to do, or undergo?’
‘No, no, indeed. I had no notion what it might be. I was afraid of something serious,’ I an
