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( Copyright.) OLIVER MARLOWE; OR, GRAPES FROltr THORNS. BY RICHARD SAVAGE LLOYD. -0- CHAPTER V. Oliver appeared at the breakfast-table the next day glowing with a. certain dark handsomeness which was his characteristic. He had been down the river in the early morning, and had fallen in love with the Thames. "This really is a charming place to live in," he said, as he looked out of the window. "It is possible to exist here with pleasure." Sir Joshua looked at him, and thought how like he was to his mother. And yet he seemed to have more devil in him than she had—less goodness underneath. "I am very glad you like the place," he said, cordi- ally. "It is very pleasant in the summer,but it loses its charms in the winter, and we often migrate elsewhere for the severe weather, notwithstanding my dislike of leaving home." Ah !—ice, snow, and rheumatism,-those are among the charms of merry old England, are they not?" remarked Oliver,ashe diligently discussed his breakfast. He disliked tea; but as Margaret presided and offered It him, he swallowed his dislike and the tea together; he could not refuse it at her hands. Indeed, Margaret fully carried out his impressions of last night. In a white morning wrapper, busying herself with various small household offices, she still pleased his fastidious eye. She was a thorough English girl, with the true ring in her-genuine all through. No little deceptions were cruelly revealed by the morn- ing Bun. Her eyes caught light from it, and shone more brightly; so did her hair, in the rich coils which were her own; so did her pure complexion, which only looked purer and sweeter in the searching light of day. Oliver looked and approved. Yet it was not by her beauty that Margaret attracted. No one would have described her firstly as a. beautiful woman. Her comeli- ness was evidently the result of a serene soul; the grace of her outer form followed from the harmony, the truth, the sweetness of the inner life. "Have you laid any plans for to-day?" presently asked Sir Joshua, laying aside the paper he had been reading, or can you, first of all, give me a short time in my study? We may as well get certain matters settled at once." "By all means," said Oliver, calmly. Indeed, I have not as yet proposed doing anything re m.arkable to-day. I feel deliciously lazy just now." "Well, you. have a right to that pleasant feeling after a row before breakfast," said Margaret, smiling "it must be very charming in the early morning." "Come with me to-morrow and see," said Oliver, it's worth getting up for. I should live on the water if I were here with nothing to do I think we do very nearly, when we've nothing to do," said Muriel, and, indeed, if you want to read quietly it's a delightful place,if there's somebody else to row. Margaret and I often perform that kind office for one another." 111 couldn't read anything but light literature under such circumstances," said Oliver, but then I love water; its incessant play and movement is so com- panionable and it always seems so fall of secrets. There is a romance about it, too, which removes one somewhat from this dull work-a-day world." you don't seem to be over uracil in love with this dull world, as you call it," remarked Sir Joshua, again emerging from his paper. I can't say that I am," said Oliver, reflectively leaning back in his chair. I'm positive that the Imaginative and enthusiastic people get the best of it, by removing themselves out of the ordinary dusty high- way of life." "Ah," said Sir Joshua, dryly, "that may be, but they very often get the worst of it too. They are just the people that ruin themselves upon crotchets, that are everlastingly poor and in debt, sponging upon others who have climbed the ladder of prosperity in sober and sensible fashion." Ah, well," said Oliver, applying himself to his breakfast again, that's as you like. For my part I'd rather have my art, and be poor, than be the first mer- chant prince in the country, without an idea in my dusty head but business, the dull party politics of the day, and my port after dinner." Very pleasant, I dare say," said Sir Joshua, taking up his newspaper, "if you can live upon art and enthu- siasm and dispense with bread and cheese." øc A man with any brains need never dispense with brjB&d and cheese", said Oliver, I'll guarantee I never do;" Here the conversation ceased with a somewhat uncom- fortable pause. Oliver was perfectly happy,and perfectly unconcerned but Sir Joshua was evidently growing a little nettled by his supremely independent manner,and the two girls looked at each other with forebodings in their eyes. Why did the conversation keep approach- ing such delicate ground ? The truth was, which never occurred to them, that both Sir Joshua and his war d saw that there were signs of opposition to the pet pro- ject of each, and they were longing to get at each other and have it out. Oliver in his exuberant strength, and full of his fixed determination, longed to express his complete rebellion, while Sir Joshua, uncon- sciously chafed by this,began tojfeel a desire to express his wishes. This was a sad state of things, so soon after Oliver's arrival; but it was a necessary result of the positive state he was in. After breakfast he followed Sir Joshua into his study. and Margaret and her cousin were left together at the breakfast table. "I'm sure papa'II quarrel with him," said Muriel, rising and walking up and down. "He hasn't been so cross for ever so long. Why couldn't they leave this talk for a few days?" "Oh, it's best to get it over they are both wanting to talk,and the atmosphere will be clearer afterwards." "What does papa want I wonder," mused Muriel. !f I suppose it's about what Oliver is to be ?" I suppose so what a trouble that is It seems such a pity people can't fall naturally into their right work But I imagine we should do so if we were fit and ready for it." Yes,' said Muriel,-with a sigh, adding after a pause, "I shall be glad-when Mr3. Assheton and Lettice come. They will make a diversion and there won't be such awk- ward places in the talk when there are more of us." Margaret laughed. Oh, that will be at an end soon, I should think, when he and uncle get to under- stand each other better; but still I too shall be glad when they come. I'm going to water some of the flowers -are you coming into the garden ?" "Presently," said Muriel: so Margaret went singing out into the garden by herself. She stopped singing suddenly, just outside, for she remembered that she had to pass the open study window; so she lowered her voice to a murmur, and passed on, never thinking that Oliver had caught those few notes, and had marked her figure pass quickly over the lawn. The interview was not a particularly pleasant one. You may wonder," Sir Joshua began, as soon as he had sat down in- his chair (Oliver refused to be seated, and walked up and down the room like a caged animal), "You may wonder at my opening the question of your future career on the very morning of your arrival; but I think it much better to get these things settled (Oliver bowed his assent), "especially at your aee there is really no time to be lost. J) H I am well aware of that," replied Oliver. Your father has not expressed any wish on the sub- ject to me; did he ever do so to you ?" Never," said Oliver, "I believe my father thought me quite capable of making my own way in the world." That may be; but still he may have had some idea as to what you would be fitted for, or some course which he would have preferred you to follow." Sir Joshua looked inquiringly at Oliver. He wished to do his duty to his dead friend's wishes; did he but know to what career he would have destined his son, he would use his utmost endeavours to further the plan. As no instructions had been left him, his only chance of obtaining information on this head,was by getting it out of the son. But the son refused to heip him. After a silence of some moments, finding that Sir Joshua still appeared to expect a reply, Oliver remarked- I can tell you nothing, sir, as my father never con- fided tu me any feeling whatever on the subject." "Well," said Sir Joshua, "in that case we must decide for ourselves. Of course, I wish you to choose a career which will suit you, and which you will like but we must remember that in these days there are few such difficult things as for a gentleman to make a liv- ing you can make money in business, and the city has become respectable; but we have neither of us any. business connections. You are not dispos ed to be con tented with a"clerk's stool and a clerk's salary?" — slot exactly." Well, you have the professions left. But most of them require a certain aptitude. If you feel drawn towards either of the professions, your best plan will be to go to college at once, with that end in view. But you must weigh matters well; it is not equally easy to get on in all of them." "What do you mean by the professions ?" "Strictly speaking the re are three- the law, the Church, and medicine." I'm not cut out for a doctor, anyone can see. Fancy me giving pills and taking fees Heaven preserve me!" "Well, have you the brains of a lawyer?" "Not I; I'll not spend my days in musty chambers waiting for briefs." "Then there is the Church left. Now, Oliver, on this you must think seriously before you decide. I will tell you candidly, that I do not see so good an opening for you anywhere else. You have sufficient money to carry you through college—that is, if you live reasonably, and don't throw money away and by the time you were ready for it, I should be able to obtain you a living by certain influence which I possess. This is an aid which I caunot offer you in any other career you take up." Sir Josnua looked a little anxiously at his ward as he said these words. Oliver had smiled at the first suggestion of the Church; he then listened gravely, and bowed at the end of Sir Joshua's speech, as if acknowledging the offer he made. He then proceeded to walk upand down the room, apparently in deep reflection. Suddenly he burst out into a peal of laughter, and another, and yet another, as though in the enjoyment of a most exquisite joke. Sir Joshua turned and stared at him at first, and then looked rather uneasy, as if he feared his eccentric ward might be developing something more than eccen- tricity. Oliver continued to laugh, until, in the course of his perambulations, he found himself beside Sir Joshua's chair. Then he stopped, and, standing still, looked at him with tears of merriment in his eyes. "I beg your pardon, Sir Joshua," he said, with some of that winning grace he could comma nd at times. "My untimely mirth was the result of endeavouring to picture myself as a parsoa. A parson, with a broad hat and benign countenance, patting the school children on the head, and preaching Ah, sir, you don't know me yet." Perhaps not; but I cannot see anything so very amusing in the idea." Well, you see, there is one objection to my mind," said Oliver, with great gravity and calmness. "lam an Atheist and a Materialist. Under those circum- stances, I can't say-though I am not much given to scruples of conscience-still I can't say that I should care to preach the Gospel as a profession." "Good heavens I" exclaimed Sir Joshua; "the idea of a boy of eighteen talking such nonsense I Aye," said Oliver, with perfect calmness, "only a boy of eighteen—and I'm confoundedly glad of it. I mean to make the most of my youth while I have it. It's an ephemeral possession." "I'll guarantee you'll not talk such nonsense at thirty so don't, for Heaven's sake, allow such ideas to interfere with your choice of a profession." At this moment Margaret's voice was heard and soon afterwards Oliver caught sight of her figure cros- sing the lawn. It seemed to inspire him with an .idea. He took another turn down the room, in his restless, caged fashion, which wasbeginniug to irritate Sir Joshua to distraction, and then said, "Well, I'll go to college, Sir Joshua. That may effect my reformation." Are you in earnest?" said Sir Joshua sharply. "Col- lege is not generally considered a reformatory." I am in earnest. I will go to college." "With the Church in view? You ought not to spend your money on college, unless you do so for a pur- pose." Oh, yes, with the Church in view—I'll think about it, I assure you." "This is nonsense, Oliver," said Sir Joshua angrily, you must make up your mind." I have made up my mind. I'll go to college—do my best to reform—and then if you consider me fitted for the Church I'll go into it willingly. I cannot do better than that?" Your words are fair enough, but I don't believe you're in earnest said Sir Joshua, who was tormented by a twinkle in Oliver's eye. "I am indeed," said Oliver, suppressing the twinkle. He then came and sat down for a brief time near Sir Joshua, and discussed the details of his going to col- lege, which he treated as a matter quite decided. Sir Joshua hardly knew what to think. He believed that if he could get Oliver into the Church, he would have done his whole duty by him. Sir Joshua's reli- gious views were somewhat superficial. He regarded Oliver as probably a scapegrace—what better place could there be for him than the Church? He would have brought him into the fold itself, and what more could he do ? Moreover, he had a chance of giving him a lift in life, in this way, which he bad in none other and this he would be genuinely glad to do for Dick Mar- lowe's'son. When Oliver left him the whole matter appeared to be settled entirely as he wished, and yet he was dis- turbed. He could not understand the boy. In the last half-hour Oliver had used his utmost endeavours to produce in Sir Joshua perfect satisfaction with the way things were arranged, and with Oliver himself. Super- ficially he had succeeded, but, underneath, Sir Joshua was puzzled. (To be Continued.)

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