He
was sure Pendennis could be trained to work as a leader; and all that
one needed to buy at present, he said, would be "comparatively
inexpensive--a new trap, and the harness, of course, and a good bay to
match Pendennis." He did not care for a special groom; one of the
stablemen would do.
At this point the Major decided to speak. "You say one of the
stablemen would do?" he inquired, his widened eyes remaining fixed
upon his grandson. "That's lucky, because one's all there is, just at
present, George. Old fat Tom does it all. Didn't you notice, when
you took Pendennis out, yesterday?"
"Oh, that will be all right, sir. My mother can lend me her man."
"Can she?" The old gentleman smiled faintly. "I wonder--" He
paused.
"What, sir?"
"Whether you mightn't care to go to law-school somewhere perhaps. I'd
be glad to set aside a sum that would see you through."
This senile divergence from the topic in hand surprised George
painfully. "I have no interest whatever in the law," he said. "I
don't care for it, and the idea of being a professional man has never
appealed to me.
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