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d facetious at the midday dinner table； one imagines him keeping up high aspirations in a rather too hastily scribbled sermon in the school pulpit； or keeping up an enthusiasm for beautiful language in a badly…prepared lesson on Virgil； or expressing unreal indignation and unjustifiably exalted sentiments to evil doers； and one realizes his disadvantage against the quiet youngster whose retentive memory was storing up all these impressions for an ultimate judgment； and one understands； too； a certain relief that mingled with his undeniable emotion when at last the time came for young Benham； 〃the one living purpose〃 of his life； to be off to Minchinghampton and the next step in the mysterious ascent of the English educational system。 Three times at least； and with an increased interval； the father wrote fine fatherly letters that would have stood the test of publication。 Then his communications became comparatively hurried and matter…of…fact。 His boy's return home for the holidays was always rather a stirring time for his private feelings； but he became more and more inexpressive。 He would sometimes lay a hand on those growing shoulders and then withdraw it。 They felt braced…up shoulders； stiffly inflexible orthey would wince。 And when one has let the habit of indefinite feelings grow upon one； what is there left to say？ If one did say anything one might be asked questions。 。 。 。 One or two of the long vacations they spent abroad together。 The last of these occasions followed Benham's convalescence at Montana and his struggle with the Bisse； the two went to Zermatt and did several peaks and crossed the Theodule； and it was clear that their joint expeditions were a strain upon both of them。 The father thought the son reckless； unskilful； and impatient； the son found the father's insistence upon guides； ropes； precautions； the recognized way； the highest point and back again before you get a chill； and talk about it sagely but very； very modestly over pipes； tiresome。 He wanted to wander in deserts of ice and see over the mountains； and discover what it is to be benighted on a precipice。 And gradually he was becoming familiar with his father's repertory of Greek quotations。 There was no breach between them； but each knew that holiday was the last they would ever spend together。 。 。 。 The court had given the custody of young William Porphyry into his father's hands； but by a generous concession it was arranged that his mother should have him to see her for an hour or so five times a year。 The Nolan legacy； however； coming upon the top of this； introduced a peculiar complication that provided much work for tactful intermediaries； and gave great and increasing scope for painful delicacies on the part of Mr。 Benham as the boy grew up。 〃I see；〃 said the father over his study pipe and with his glasses fixed on remote distances above the head of the current sympathizer； 〃I see more and more clearly that the tale of my sacrifices is not yet at an end。 。 。 。 In many respects he is like her。 。 。 。 Quick。 Too quick。 。 。 。 He must choose。 But I know his choice。 Yes； yes；I'm not blind。 She's worked upon him。 。 。 。 I have done what I could to bring out the manhood in him。 Perhaps it will bear the strain。 。 。 。 It will be a wrench； old manGod knows。〃 He did his very best to make it a wrench。
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Benham's mother； whom he saw quarterly and also on the first of May； because it was her birthday； touched and coloured his imagination far more than his father did。 She was now Lady Marayne； and a prominent； successful； and happy little lady。 Her dereliction had been forgiven quite soon； and whatever whisper of it remained was very completely forgotten during the brief period of moral kindliness which followed the accession of King Edward the Seventh。 It no doubt contributed to her social reinstatement that her former husband was entirely devoid of social importance； while； on the other hand； Sir Godfrey Marayne's temporary monopoly of the caecal operation which became so fashionable in the last decade of Queen Victoria's reign as to be practically epidemic； created a strong feeling in her favour。 She was blue…eyed and very delicately complexioned； quick…moving； witty； given to little storms of clean enthusiasm； she loved handsome things； brave things； successful things； and the respect and affection of all the world。 She did quite what she liked upon impulse； and nobody ever thought ill of her。 Her family were the Mantons of Blent； quite good west…country people。 She had broken away from them before she was twenty to marry Benham； whom she had idealized at a tennis party。 He had talked of his work and she had seen it in a flash； the noblest work in the world； him at his daily divine toil and herself a Madonna surrounded by a troupe of Blessed Boysall of good family； some of quite the best。 For a time she had kept it up even more than he had； and then Nolan had distracted her with a realization of the heroism that goes to the ends of the earth。 She became sick with desire for the forests of Brazil； and the Pacific； anda peak in Darien。 Immediately the school was frowsty beyond endurance； and for the first time she let herself perceive how dreadfully a gentleman and a scholar can smell of pipes and tobacco。 Only one course lay open to a woman of spirit。 。 。 。 For a year she did indeed live like a woman of spirit； and it was at Nolan's bedside that Marayne was first moved to admiration。 She was plucky。 All men love a plucky woman。 Sir Godfrey Marayne smelt a good deal of antiseptic soap； but he talked in a way that amused her； and he trusted as well as adored her。 She did what she liked with his money； her own money； and her son's trust money； and she did very well。 From the earliest Benham's visits were to a gracious presence amidst wealthy surroundings。 The transit from the moral blamelessness of Seagate had an entirely misleading effect of ascent。 Their earlier encounters became rather misty in his memory； they occurred at various hotels in Seagate。 Afterwards he would go； first taken by a governess； and later going alone； to Charing Cross； where he would be met； in earlier times by a maid and afterwards by a deferential manservant who called him 〃Sir；〃 and conveyed； sometimes in a hansom cab and later in a smart brougham； by Trafalgar Square； Lower Regent Street； Piccadilly； and streets of increasing wealth and sublimity to Sir Godfrey's house in Desborough Street。 Very naturally he fell into thinking of these discreet and well…governed West End streets as a part of his mother's atmosphere。 The house had a dignified portico； and always before he had got down to the pavement the door opened agreeably and a second respectful manservant stood ready。 Then came the large hall； with its noiseless carpets and great Chinese jars； its lacquered cabinets and the wide staircase； and floating down the wide staircase； impatient to greet him； light and shining as a flower petal； sweet and welcoming； radiating a joyfulness as cool and clear as a dewy morning； came his mother。 〃WELL； little man； my son；〃 she would cry in her happy singing voice； 〃WELL？〃 So he thought she must always be； but indeed these meetings meant very much to her； she dressed for them and staged them； she perceived the bright advantages of her rarity and she was quite determined to have her son when the time came to possess him。 She kissed him but not oppressively； she caressed him cleverly； it was only on these rare occasions that he was ever kissed or caressed； and she talked to his shy boyishness until it felt a more spirited variety of manhood。 〃What have you been doing？〃 she asked； 〃since I saw you last。〃 She never said he had grown； but she told him he looked tall； and though the tea was a marvellous display it was never an obtrusive tea； it wasn't poked at a fellow； a various plenty flowed well within reach of one's arm； like an agreeable accompaniment to their conversation。 〃What have you done？ All sorts of brave things？ Do you swim now？ I can swim。 Oh！ I can swim half a mile。 Some day we will swim races together。 Why not？ And you ride？ 。 。 。 〃The horse boltedand you stuck on？ Did you squeak？ I stick on； but I HAVE to squeak。 But youof course； No！ you mustn't。 I'm just a little woman。 And I ride big horses。 。 。 。〃 And for the end she had invented a characteristic little ceremony。 She would stand up in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders and look into his face。 〃Clean eyes？〃 she would say。 〃still？〃 Then she would take his ears in her little firm hands and kiss very methodically his eyes and his forehead and his cheeks and at last his lips。 Her own eyes would suddenly brim bright with tears。 〃GO；〃 she would say。 That was the end。 It seemed to Benham as though he was being let down out of a sunlit fairyland to this grey world again。
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The contrast between Lady Marayne's pretty amenities and the good woman at Seagate who urged herself almost hourly to forget that William Porphyry was not her own son； was entirely unfair。 The second Mrs。 Benham's conscientious spirit and a certain handsome ability about her fitted her far more than her predecessor for the onerous duties of a schoolmaster's wife； but whatever natural buoyancy she