My Friend Smith - Talbot Baines Reed - Bog

"It was perfectly plain, Hudson, the boy could not be allowed to remain any longer a disgrace to the neighbourhood," said my uncle. "But, sir," began my poor old nurse. "That will do, Hudson," said my uncle, decisively; "the matter is settled-Frederick is going to Stonebridge House on Monday." And my uncle stood up, and taking a coat-tail under each arm, established himself upon the hearthrug, with his back to Mrs Hudson. That was always a sign there was no more to be said; and off I was trotted out of the dreaded presence, not very sure whether to be elated or depressed by the conversation I had overheard.