I will go to foreign lands, and come back to you with a better record to show.

I think I could make a fine soldier, but in this miserable little place a man has no scope." "A man has scope to become a good landlord, a kind master, a God-fearing head of his household," said the mother, with a sigh in her voice.
But Tom interrupted impatiently: "That is all very well when one is the master.

Perhaps when I come back I can be all that myself; but now I am a dummy--a nobody, and they all make game of me for being a mock squire! My father himself knew that no man of spirit would stand such a humiliating arrangement.

If he could not trust me to succeed him, he did well to arrange for me to go elsewhere.

He said you would tell me what provision he had made for me to do so." The moment had come that the mother had so long dreaded.