Well, what was I saying?--when Cedric has
taken his beating and cooled down a bit, he will settle to work like
a navvy."
Dinah looked a little comforted. "Then you think he will pass?"
Malcolm almost laughed outright at her simplicity.
"Miss Templeton, am I to prophecy smooth things to you, or am I to
answer in the spirit of Micaiah the son of Imlah?"
"Oh, please tell me exactly what you think."
"Well, then," with obvious reluctance, "in my opinion Cedric stands
a very poor chance." Here Dinah's face fell. "He has plenty of
abilities, but I doubt his staying power; he works too much by fits
and starts--there is no method or application. But of course he may
turn over a new leaf. It is just possible that he may pass by some
lucky fluke. It is not always the best workers who get through. You
will give him a coach, of course. Oh, I see," reading Dinah's
expression correctly, "he may have a dozen coaches if he needs them;
but if you care to consult me when the time comes, I think I know
the right man for cramming."
"Oh, thank you--thank you!" in a fervent tone of gratitude; "how
good you are to listen to me so patiently!"
"My dear lady--" in a friendly tone of remonstrance.
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