And now he has had the fever--
not very badly--and he is quite well now, but he can't get anything
to do. Truelove turned him off before the races for hanging about
at the Three Pigeons, and nobody will employ him. I do think it is
true what they say--his mother, and Julius, and Herbert, and all--
that he has had a lesson, and wants to turn over a new leaf, but the
people here won't let him. Julius and Herbert want him to enlist,
and I believe he would, but his mother--as they all do--thinks that
the last degradation; but she might listen if Captain Bowater came
and told her about his own regiment--cavalry too--and the style of
men in it--and it is the only chance for him."
Philip made a wry face.
"You see I took him up and let him down," said Herbert, sadly and
earnestly.
"I really do believe," said Jenny, clenching the matter, "that
Herbert would get well much faster if Harry Hornblower were off his
mind."
Phil growled, and his younger brother and sister knew that they
would do their cause no good by another word. There was an odd
shyness about them all.
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