Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901 / 2008-09-11 00:00:00
Geoffrey was one of his chief nurses to the
last, and was a great comfort to them all; you may suppose how grateful
they were to him. Next time I saw him, he seemed quite to have buried
his youthful spirits in his studies: he was reading morning, noon, and
night, and looking ill and overworked."
"O, Uncle Geoffrey! dear good Uncle Geoffrey," cried Henrietta, in an
ecstasy; "you were as delightful as a knight of old, only as you could
not fight tournaments for her, you were obliged to read for her; and
pining away all the time and saying nothing about it."
"Nothing beyond a demure inquiry of me when we were alone together,
after the health of the General. Well, you know how well his reading
succeeded; he took a double first class, and very proud of him we
were."
"And still he saw nothing of her," said Fred.
"Not till some time after he had been settled in his chambers at the
Temple. Now you must know that General St. Leger, though in most
matters a wise man, was not by any means so in money matters: and by
some unlucky speculation which was to have doubled his daughter's
fortune, managed to lose the whole of it, leaving little but his pay."
"Capital!" cried Frederick, "that brings her down to him."
"So it did," said his mother, smiling; "but the spectators did not
rejoice quite so heartily as you do. The general's health was failing,
and it was hard to think what would become of Beatrice; for Lord St.
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