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Digby Heathcote The Early Days of a Country Gentleman's Son and Heir
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The Heroâs Early DaysâBloxholme, its Squire, His Family and Dependents.
âIâll not stand it, that I wonât, Master Digby. To think that you, a young gentleman who has plenty to eat and drink of everything thatâs nice, and more than enough, too, should come and put your fingers through the paper into my jam pots, which Iâve just been and nicely tied down, and all for mischiefâs sake, itâs not to be borne, let me tell you. Youâve been and eaten up a whole pot of raspberry jam, and better than half a one of greengage. I wonder you are not sick with it. If you ever do it again, Iâll leave your honoured fatherâs service sooner than submit to such behaviour, that I willâremember, Master Digby.â
These exclamations were uttered by Mrs Carter, the housekeeper at Bloxholme Hall, the residence of Mr Heathcote, the representative of one of the oldest families in the county.
The culprit thus addressed, who had been caught in flagrante delicto, stood before her with very sticky fingers, his countenance, however, wearing anything but an expression of penitence.
âI like jam, and you donât give me enough in my puddings,â was the only excuse he deigned to offer for his conduct.
âYouâll go without it altogether, Master Digby, let me tell you,â retorted Mrs Carter. She was the only person in the establishment who ventured to thwart the young gentleman, though he did not love the old lady the worse for that.
Digby was Mr Heathcoteâs eldest son and heir. He had just attained the mature age of nine years, and had hitherto in many respects been considerably spoilt. Mr Heathcote had not succeeded to his property till rather late in life, and he had not till then married. A son had long been wished-for, and when one was given, the grateful hearts of the parents felt that they could not prize him too much. Too thankful they might not have been, but they petted and indulged him more than was for his good. He had also three elder sisters. They, in their fondness, did their best to spoil him; indeed, as Mrs Carter used to observe to Alesbury, the butler, she was afraid Master Digby would soon become as much of a pickle as any she had in her store-room. He was a sturdy little fellow, with fat, rosy cheeks, and a figure which already gave promise of considerable muscular powers. Alesbury was wont to remark that it was quite a pity Master Digby had not been born a younger instead of an elder son, he seemed so well able to fight his way in the world. He had a fair complexionâalready a little tanned, by the byâlight brown curling hair with a tinge of gold in it, he had good-sized honest eyes, and looked as he wasâfrom head to foot a thorough English boy. He had been spoilt hitherto, certainly, but not altogether so. He had been taught by both his parents to worship and fear God, and to hate and abhor a lie. He had only once been known to tell an untruth, and then Mr Heathcote did what very nearly broke his heart to do; he flogged him severely, and shut him up, and would not speak to him for the remainder of the day. Digby did not care much about the pain of the flogging, but he felt the disgrace keenly, and it impressed on his mind the enormity of the crime of which he had been guilty....