This expression of the baronet's will, if not quite to the satisfaction of every one concerned, was altogether delightful to Richard.
“May I say one word, sir?” he asked.
“Yes, if it's not arguing.”
“I've not read a page of Latin since I left school, and I never knew any Greek.”
“Oh! ah! I forgot that predicament! You must have a tutor to prepare you!—but you shall go to Oxford with him. I will not have you loafing about here! You may remain with your grandfather till I find one, but you're not to come near Mortgrange.”
“I may go to London with my mother, may I not?” said Richard.
“I see nothing against that. It will be the better way.”
“If you please, sir Wilton,” said Mrs. Tuke, “I left evidence at Mortgrange of what I should have to say.”
“What sort of evidence?”
“Things that belonged to the child and myself.”