after several months, during which horace had given up all his limited spare time to the superintendence of the child's first steps in knowledge, sidney was judged to be sufficiently strong to go to school, and it was arranged that he should attend the endowed school at the wedgwood institution. horace accompanied him thither on the opening day of the term—it was an inclement morning in january—and left the young delicate sprig, apparently joyous and content, to the care of his masters and the mercy of his companions. but sidney came home for dinner weeping—weeping in spite of his new mortar-board cap, his new satchel, his new box of compasses, and his new books. his mother kept him at home in the afternoon, and by the evening another of those terrible attacks had supervened. the doctor and horace and mrs carpole once more lost much precious sleep. the mysterious malady continued. school was out of the question.

and when sidney took the air, in charge of his mother, everybody stopped to sympathize with him and to stroke his curls and call him a poor dear, and also to commiserate mrs carpole. as for horace, bursley tried to feel sorry for horace, but it only succeeded in showing horace that it was hiding a sentiment of indignation against him. each friendly face as it passed horace in the street said, without words, 'there goes the youth who probably ruined his young stepbrother's life. and through sheer obstinacy too! he dropped the little darling in spite of warnings and protests, and then fell on the top of him. of course, he didn't do it on purpose, but—'

the doctor mentioned greatorex of manchester, the celebrated brain specialist. and horace took sidney to manchester. they had to wait an hour and a quarter to see greatorex, his well-known consulting-rooms in john dalton street being crowded with imperfect brains; but their turn came at last, and they found themselves in greatorex's presence. greatorex was a fat man, with the voice of a thin man, who seemed to spend the whole of his career in the care of his fingernails.

'well, my little fellow,' said greatorex, 'don't cry.' (for sidney was already crying.) and then to horace, in a curt tone: 'what is it?'

and horace was obliged to humiliate himself and relate the accident in detail, together with all that had subsequently happened.

'yes, yes, yes, yes!' greatorex would punctuate the recital, and when tired of 'yes' he would say 'hum, hum, hum, hum!'

when he had said 'hum' seventy-two times he suddenly remarked that his fee was three guineas, and told horace to strengthen sidney all he could, not to work him too hard, and to bring him back in a year's time.

horace paid the money, greatorex emitted a final 'hum', and then the stepbrothers were whisked out by an expeditious footman. the experience cost horace over four pounds and the loss of a day's time. and the worst was that sidney had a violent attack that very night.

school being impossible for him, sidney had intermittent instruction from professors of both sexes at home. but he learnt practically nothing except the banjo. horace had to buy him a banjo: it cost the best part of a ten-pound note; still, horace could do no less. sidney's stature grew rapidly; his general health certainly improved, yet not completely; he always had a fragile, interesting air. moreover, his deafness did not disappear: there were occasions when it was extremely pronounced. and he was never quite safe from these attacks in the head. he spent a month or six weeks each year in the expensive bracing atmosphere of some seaside resort, and altogether he was decidedly a heavy drain on horace's resources. people were aware of this, and they said that horace ought to be happy that he was in a position to spend money freely on his poor brother. had not the doctor predicted, before the catastrophe due to horace's culpable negligence, that sidney would grow into a strong man, and that his deafness would leave him? the truth was, one never knew the end of those accidents in infancy! further, was not sidney's sad condition slowly killing his mother? it was whispered about that, since the disaster, sidney had not been quite sound mentally. was not the mere suspicion of this enough to kill any mother?

and, as a fact, mrs carpole did die. she died of quinsy, doubtless aggravated by sidney's sad condition.

not long afterwards horace came into a small fortune from his maternal grandfather. but poor sidney did not come into any fortune, and people somehow illogically inferred that horace had not behaved quite nicely in coming into a fortune while his suffering invalid brother, whom he had so deeply harmed, came into nothing. even horace had compunctions due to the visitations of a similar idea. and with part of the fortune he bought a house with a large garden up at toft end, the highest hill of the hilly five towns, so that sidney might have the benefit of the air. he also engaged a housekeeper and servants. with the remainder of the fortune he obtained a partnership in the firm of earthenware manufacturers for whom he had been acting as highly-paid manager.

sidney reached the age of eighteen, and was most effective to look upon, his bright hair being still curly, and his eyes a wondrous blue, and his form elegant; and the question of sidney's future arose. his health was steadily on the up grade. the deafness had quite disappeared. he had inclinations towards art, and had already amused himself by painting some beautiful vases. so it was settled that he should enter horace's works on the art side, with a view to becoming, ultimately, art director. horace gave him three pounds a week, in order that he might feel perfectly independent, and, to the same end, sidney paid horace seven-and-sixpence a week for board and lodging. but the change of life upset the youth's health again. after only two visits to the works he had a grave recurrence of the head-attacks, and he was solemnly exhorted not to apply himself too closely to business. he therefore took several half-holidays a week, and sometimes a whole one. and even when he put in one of his full days he would arrive at the works three hours after horace, and restore the balance by leaving an hour earlier. the entire town watched over him as a mother watches over a son. the notion that he was not quite right in the pate gradually died away, and everybody was thankful for that, though it was feared an untimely grave might be his portion.