When I read of Aaron Burr in
your history I always picture him as a man like C.
I had the kindest of leave takings from Horton. If
he had been my brother he could not have been more
affectionate. I could not have thought that I should
grow so fond of a man in so short a time. He takes the
keenest interest in my venture, and I am to write him a
full account. He gave me as we parted a black old
meerschaum which he had coloured himself--the last
possible pledge of affection from a smoker. It was
pleasant for me to feel that if all went wrong at
Bradfield, I had a little harbour at Merton for which I
could make. Still, of course, pleasant and instructive
as the life there was, I could not shut my eyes to the
fact that it would take a terribly long time before I
could save enough to buy a share in a practice--a longer
time probably than my poor father's strength would last.
That telegram of Cullingworth's in which, as you may
remember, he guaranteed me three hundred pounds in the
first year, gave me hopes of a much more rapid career.
You will agree with me, I am sure, that I did wisely
to go to him.
I had an adventure upon the way to Bradfield. The
carriage in which I was travelling contained a party of
three, at whom I took the most casual of glances before
settling down to the daily paper. There was an elderly
lady, with a bright rosy face, gold spectacles, and a
dash of red velvet in her bonnet.
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