He was reserved,
uncommunicative, unlike the frank Clive of former times, and oppressed by
his circumstances, as it was easy to see. I did not press the confidence
which he was unwilling to offer, and thought best to respect his silence.
I had a thousand affairs of my own; who has not in London? If you die
to-morrow, your dearest friend will feel for you a hearty pang of sorrow,
and go to his business as usual. I could divine, but would not care to
describe, the life which my poor Clive was now leading; the vulgar
misery, the sordid home, the cheerless toil, and lack of friendly
companionship which darkened his kind soul. I was glad Clive's father was
away. The Colonel wrote to us twice or thrice; could it be three months
ago?--bless me, how time flies! He was happy, he wrote, with Miss
Honeyman, who took the best care of him.
Mention has been made once or twice in the course of this history of the
Grey Friars school,--where the Colonel and Clive and I had been brought
up,--an ancient foundation of the time of James I.
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