"He likes the best music," she thought, "and he hates Dr Skinner.
This is a very fair beginning." When she sent him away at night with a
sovereign in his pocket (and he had only hoped to get five shillings) she
felt as though she had had a good deal more than her money's worth for
her money.
CHAPTER XXXIII
Next day Miss Pontifex returned to town, with her thoughts full of her
nephew and how she could best be of use to him.
It appeared to her that to do him any real service she must devote
herself almost entirely to him; she must in fact give up living in
London, at any rate for a long time, and live at Roughborough where she
could see him continually. This was a serious undertaking; she had lived
in London for the last twelve years, and naturally disliked the prospect
of a small country town such as Roughborough. Was it a prudent thing to
attempt so much? Must not people take their chances in this world? Can
anyone do much for anyone else unless by making a will in his favour and
dying then and there? Should not each look after his own happiness, and
will not the world be best carried on if everyone minds his own business
and leaves other people to mind theirs? Life is not a donkey race in
which everyone is to ride his neighbour's donkey and the last is to win,
and the psalmist long since formulated a common experience when he
declared that no man may deliver his brother nor make agreement unto God
for him, for it cost more to redeem their souls, so that he must let that
alone for ever.
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