Maggies Sed Visit
THIS last breach betweewo lads was not readily mended and for some time they spoke to each other no more than was necessary. Their natural antipathy of temperament made rese an easy passage to hatred, and in Philip the transition seemed to have begun: there was no malignity in his disposition, but there was a susceptibility that made him peculiarly liable to a strong sense of repulsion. The ox - we may veo assert it ohority of a great classic - is not given to use his teeth as an instrument of attack; and Tom was an excellent bovine lad, who ran at questionable objects in a truly ingenuous bovine manner; but he had blundered on Philips te point, and had caused him as much acute pain as if he had studied the means with the precision and the most envenomed spite. Tom saw no reason why they should not make up this quarrel as they had done many others, by behaving as if nothing had happened; for though he had never before said to Philip that his father was a rogue, this idea had so habitually made part of his feeling as to the relatioween himself and his dubious schoolfellow, whom he could her like nor dislike, that the mere utterance did not make su epo as it did to Philip. And he had a right to say so, when Philip hectored over him and called him names. But perceiving that his first advaowards amity were not met, he relapsed into his least favourable disposition towards Philip, and resolved o appeal to him either about drawing or exercises again. They were only so far civil to each other as was necessary to prevent their state of feud from being observed by Mr Stelling, who would have `put down suonseh great vigour. When Maggie came, however, she could not help looking with growing i at the new school-fellow, although he was the son of that wicked Lawyer Wakem who made her father so angry. She had arrived in the middle of school- hours, and had sat by while Philip went through his lessons with Mr Stelling. Tom, some weeks ago, had sent her word that Philip knew no end of stories - not stupid stories like hers - and she was vinow from her own observation that he must be very clever: she hoped he would think her rather clever too, when she came to talk to him. Maggie moreover had rather a tenderness for deformed things; she preferred the wry-necked lambs, because it seemed to her that the lambs which were quite strong and well made wouldnt mind so much about beied, and she was especially fond of petting objects that would think it very delightful to be petted by her. She loved Tom very dearly, but she often wished that he cared more about her loving him.
`I think Philip Wakem seems a nice boy, Tom, she said, when they went out of the study together into the garden, to pass the interval before dinner. `He couldnt choose his father, you know; and Ive read of very bad men who had good sons, as well as good parents who had bad children. And if Philip is good, I think we ought to be the more sorry for him because his father is not a good man. You like him, dont you?
`O, hes a queer fellow, said Tom, curtly, `and hes as sulky as be with me, because I told him his father was a rogue. And Id a right to tell him so, for it was true - and he began it, with calling me names. But you stop here by yourself a bit, Magsie, will you? Ive got something I want to do upstairs.
`t I go too? said Maggie, who, in this first day of meeting again, loved Toms shadow.
`No, its something Ill tell you about by and