? ? ? ? 'Trot,' said my aunt one evening, when the backgammon-board was placed as usual for herself and Mr. Dick, 'we must not forget your education.'
? ? ? ? This was my only subject of anxiety, and I felt quite delighted by her referring to it.
? ? ? ? 'Should you like to go to school at Canterbury?' said my aunt.
? ? ? ? I replied that I should like it very much, as it was so near her.
? ? ? ? 'Good,' said my aunt. 'Should you like to go tomorrow?'
? ? ? ? Being already no stranger to the general rapidity of my aunt's evolutions, I was not surprised by the suddenness of the proposal, and said: 'Yes.'
? ? ? ? 'Good,' said my aunt again. 'Janet, hire the grey pony and chaise tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, and pack up Master Trotwood's clothes tonight.'
? ? ? ? I was greatly elated by these orders; but my heart smote me for my selfishness, when I witnessed their effect on Mr. Dick, who was so low-spirited at the prospect of our separation, and played so ill in consequence, that my aunt, after giving him several admonitory raps on the knuckles with her dice-box, shut up the board, and declined to play with him any more.
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