'
'You couldn't hinder it?'
'No. Indeed, Felix, I did my best,' and the tears sprang into the
boy's eyes; 'I did all but go after him, for I knew that would be
worse than no good.'
'You need not apologise to me,' said Felix, laying down his pen; 'I
have been very wrong. Between this business of Smith's and all the
rest of it, I have hardly known which way to turn. I knew that I had
not taken the right line with Fulbert, and interference made him
worse, and I thought you had taken Bear in hand. Why, Lancey, I never
meant to upset you. You have done all you could.'
'I did think I was good for that,' said Lance ruefully, 'after all
our old swells at Minsterham said about influence on the choir and
bosh. That when it comes to one's own brother--'
The tears were almost girl-like, and Felix's comfort was in the tone
that suited them. 'Indeed, Lance, you may be doing him more good than
you know. I thank you with all my heart; you are a much more real
help and comfort to us all than you guess.'
'That's what you say to Cherry!' said Lance, impatiently. 'Now I can
be real help, if you would only let me, and then Bernard could go out
of the way of these fellows.
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