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good general report of you at the
end of your three years' term, I'll try to get you into a City warehouse or
office; but if you behave badly, why, you'll have to shift for yourself,
and go your own course, as I shall wash my hands of you!"
There the conversation ended, with an intimation that I was to go to Dr
Hellyer's school in three days' time.
The interval passed like a whirlwind to me; for not only were my
thoughts full of the new life on which I was entering, but there was in
addition the very unusual bustle attendant on my being provided with a
wardrobe--I for whom anything had been good enough before! My
uncle, however, had now made it a sine qua non that I should be fitted
out properly with decent clothes, and, consequently, my aunt was
obliged to furnish me with a thorough rig, selected from my Cousin
Ralph's surplus stock. One thing pleased me in this better than all else!
It was that, instead of having my outer raiment composed, as
previously, of Ralph's cast-off garments, I was measured for an entirely
new suit of my own. This alone was an unexpected gratification; for I
hated the fact of my being compelled to wear Ralph's discarded clothes.
It had been gall and wormwood to me. I loathed myself for having to
put them on, and loathed him as the malicious instrument that caused
me to be so degraded--the more especially as my cousin would in "a
friendly sort of way" frequently allude to the circumstance of the
clothes having been formerly his, calling attention to my want of care
in treating them properly!
All things have an end, fortunately, and the morning arrived at last
when I had to bid farewell to the villa on the outskirts of Islington

where I had passed so many miserable years. Molly, the servant-maid,
was the only one in the house with whom I parted with any regret; and
it was with feelings considerably more exultant than sad that I
accompanied my uncle to the City in the omnibus which he always
took to his place of business, that convenient vehicle passing by in its
route the corner of the road where uncle lived.
Arriving at the London Bridge terminus, Uncle George ensconced me
and my box in a train, bound for Beachampton, at which retired and
out-of-the- way little watering-place was situated Dr Hellyer's school.
Handing me then my railway ticket and a two-and-sixpenny "tip,"
Uncle George gave me a hearty hand-shake, wishing me good-bye and
a safe journey.
"Mind you be a good boy, and pay attention to your lessons," he said.
"And--listen, Martin--should you ever be in any serious trouble, you
can write and let me know. But mind," added Uncle George, "you
mustn't forget, my boy, to address your letters to my office, and not to
the villa; for your Aunt Matilda might not like the idea, you know, eh!"
"All right, Uncle George," I answered. "I will remember where to write
to, never fear. Good-bye now, and thank you for all your kindness to
me."
"Good-bye, Martin!" he echoed; and, as the train moved slowly out of
the station, I really felt quite sorry to part with him; but, as the panting
engine proceeded on its way, going faster as it emerged from the
labyrinthic terminus on to the open line, dragging the groaning,
wheezing, jolting carriages behind it--the clatter of the wheels and rattle
of the coupling-chains keeping time with the puffs and pants of
escaping steam--my temporary emotion at parting with Uncle George
was banished by the exultant feeling of being set free, like a bird let
loose from a cage.
I was only conscious that I was flying along to new scenes and new
surroundings, where everything would be fresh and novel, and entirely
unlike what I had previously been accustomed to at Tapioca Villa.

CHAPTER TWO.
AT BEACHAMPTON.
My journey "down the line" was a momentous matter to me in more
ways than one; for, independently of the fact of its being the first
opportunity I had ever had of riding in a railway train, it was while
travelling down to Brighton, and thence along the endless south coast
route past Shoreham and Worthing, that I had my first sight of the sea--
that sea on whose restless bosom my floating home was to be made for
many a year afterwards in good fortune and ill.
I must confess, however, that this first view of the element did not
impress me very greatly, in spite of the tendency of my mind at that
period to take a rose-coloured view of everything new that came within
range of my vision, so long as it was totally disconnected with old