Sons and Daughters
By Margaret Oliphant
29 Nov, 2019
Excerpt........“Then you will not take the share in the business which I have offered you?”
“No, I think not, sir. I don’t like it. I don’t like the way in which it is worked. It would be entirely out of accordance with all my training.”
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Excerpt........“Then you will not take the share in the business which I have offered you?”
“No, I think not, sir. I don’t like it. I don’t like the way in which it is worked. It would be entirely out of accordance with all my training.”
“So much the worse for your training—and for you,” said Mr Burton, hastily.
“Well, sir, perhaps so. I feel it’s ungenerous to say that the training was your own choice, not mine. I think it, of course, the best training in the world.”
“So it is—so it was when I selected it for you. There’s no harm in the training. Few boys come out of it with your ridiculous prejudices against their bread and butter. It’s not the training, it’s you—that are a fool, Gervase.”
“Perhaps so, sir,” said the young man with great gravity. “I can offer no opinion on that subject.”
The father and son were seated together in a well-furnished library in a large house in Harley Street—not fashionable, but extremely comfortable, spacious, expensive, and dignified. It was a library in the truest sense of the word, and not merely the “gentleman’s room” in which the male portion of a family takes refuge. Less