"Oh, I say, Hazel, ar'n't you going it? I shall tell Geringer you're going to marry the parson."

"Percy! You here!" she cried, completely ignoring his words.

"Looks like it, don't it? I say, how jolly white you've got."

"Have you asked for a holiday, Percy!" she said, responding to his caress, and noting at the same time how tall and manly he was growing, for he was pa.s.sing from the tall, thin boy into the big, bony, ill-shaped young man, with a hoa.r.s.e voice and a faint trace of down upon his lip and chin.

At the same time she noted a peculiarly fast, flashy style of dress that he had adopted, his trousers fitting tightly to his legs, his hair being cut short, and his throat wrapped in a common, showy-looking tie, fastened with a horseshoe pin.

"Have I asked for a what?" he said, changing countenance a little--"a holiday? Well, yes, I suppose I have--a long one. Eh, ma?"

He looked at Mrs Thorne as if asking for help, and she responded at once.

"I wouldn't let Percy come into the school, my dear, but let him wait till you came out," she said. "The fact is, Hazel, my dear, the poor boy has been so put upon and ill-used at the place where he consented to act as clerk, that at last, in spite of his earnest desire to stay there for both our sakes, my dear--I think I am expressing your feelings, Percy?"

"Right as the mail!" he replied quickly.

"He felt that as a gentleman he could submit no longer, and so he has left and come down."

"Left and come down?" said Hazel mechanically, as she thought of the narrowness of her present income, and the impracticability of making it feed another hearty appet.i.te as well as those at home.

"Yes; they were such a set of cads, you know," said Percy, sticking a cheap gla.s.s in one eye and holding it there by the brow. "Regular set of cads, from the foreman down to the lowest clerk."

"Did you have a quarrel with your employer, Percy?" said Hazel gravely.

"I don't know what you mean by having a quarrel with my employer, Hazel," replied the boy. "I told him that he was a confounded cad, and that I wouldn't stand any more of his nonsense."

"What had you been doing, Percy?"

"Doing?--doing? Why, nothing at all. It was impossible to get on with such a set of cads."

"There must have been some reason for the quarrel," said Hazel.

"Really, my dear, this is very foolish of you," cried Mrs Thorne quickly. "You do not understand these things. For my part, I think Percy has done quite right. It was bad enough for the poor boy to have to submit to the degradation of going to work, without putting up with the insults of a--of a--a--"

"Set of cads, ma," said the lad.

"Yes, my boy--cads," said Mrs Thorne, getting rid of the word with no little show of distaste.

"I think, mamma, that out of respect to Mr Geringer, who has been so kind to us, you ought to write to Percy's employer."

"Haven't got an employer now, so you can't write to him," said the boy sharply. "Nice sort of a welcome, this, from one's own sister. If I'd known it was coming to this, I'd have jolly soon gone down Charles Street."

"Charles Street! Oh, my dear Percy, pray, pray don't think of going there!" cried Mrs Thorne. "What is going down Charles Street?"

"Going to enlist, mamma--taking the shilling."

"Oh, my boy!--oh, Percy!"

"Well, what's the good of coming down here to have your own sister turn dead against you, like the confounded cads at the office."

"I do not turn against you, Percy," said Hazel; "but I cannot help thinking there is something wrong."

"That's right; go it. Nice opinion you've got of your brother.

Something wrong, indeed! Why, what do you suppose is wrong?"

"For shame, Hazel! How dare you!" cried Mrs Thorne. "It is cruel to him, and an insult to me. Why do you think such things of your poor orphaned brother? If your father had been alive, you would never have dared to speak so harshly. Oh, Hazel, Hazel, you make my life a burden to me, indeed, indeed."

"My dear mother, those words are uncalled for. I only asked Percy for some explanation of his conduct. We have had no warning of this; not one of his letters has hinted at the possibility of his leaving his situation; but we do know that he has been extravagant."

"Go it," cried Percy sulkily; and he began to rummage in his pockets.

"Really, Hazel, I think he has managed on very little," said Mrs Thorne indignantly.

"I differ from you, mother; for I had hoped that my brother would have striven to help us, and not found himself compelled to drain our resources more and more."

"Look here," cried Percy, "I sha'n't stand this. There's plenty more posts to be obtained, I dare say, and then I shall be a burden to no one."

"Don't talk like that, my dear," cried Mrs Thorne. "Hazel is only a little tired and cross, and she'll be as different as can be, when she has had her meal. There, I won't be angry with you, my dear; sit down and have some tea. Poor Percy was nearly starved, and I got some ready for him myself. I was afraid you would not like to be called out of the school."

Hazel glanced at the little table where the remains of the tea were standing, with empty egg-sh.e.l.ls, a fragment of bacon, the dirty cups, and a large array of crumbs.

"I made him a good cup, poor fellow! he was so worn out; so if you fill up the pot, my dear, I dare say you'll find it all right."

This was the first time that Mrs Thorne had attempted to prepare the tea, and when she had performed her task it was in an untidy way. Now that the meal was over, everything looked wretchedly untempting to a weary person seeking to be refreshed.

Hazel looked at Percy, but he avoided her eye, and sitting down with his back to her, he began to fill a little cutty pipe from an indiarubber pouch.

"My dear Percy, what are you about?" cried Mrs Thorne.

"Only going to have a pipe," he said, striking a vesuvian and holding it to the bowl; "a fellow can't get on without his weed."

Hazel's eyes flashed as she saw the thick puffs of smoke emitted from her brother's lips, but she did not speak; she waited for her mother, whose forehead looked troubled, but who made no remark.

"If I speak now," thought Hazel, "it will only make more unpleasantness." So she filled up the teapot which was half full of leaves, and then sat down to her comfortless meal.

Finding that she was silent, Percy took it that she had repented, so he a.s.sumed the offensive as he sat and smoked, showing himself an adept at the practice, and soon half-filling the little room with the pungent vapour.

"Precious mean little place this for you to have to live in, mamma," he said contemptuously.

"Yes, it is, my boy, and I feel it very deeply," said Mrs Thorne in a lachrymose tone.

"Ah, just you wait a bit," he said. "I've left that old office, but don't you be afraid. A fellow I know has put me up to a few things, and perhaps I shall astonish you one of these days."

"You mean you will get on well, my dear?"

"That's it. Only you wait. There's plenty of money to be picked up by any one with _nous_. Ten times as much as any one can get by keeping his nose to a desk and trying to please a set of cads."