Chapter 83 Except that Joey and Charlotte were more fully developed, the house and its inmates, organic and inorganic, were little changed since Ernest had last seen them. The furniture and the ornaments on the chimney-piece were just as they had been ever since he could remember anything at all. In the drawing-room, on either side of the fireplace there hung the Carlo Dolci and the Sassoferrato as in old times; there was the water colour of a scene on the Lago Maggiore, copied by Charlotte from an original lent her by her drawing master, and finished under his direction. This was the picture of which one of the servants had said that it must be good, for Mr. Pontifex had given ten shillings for the frame. The paper on the walls was unchanged; the roses were still waiting for the bees; and the whole family still prayed night and morning to be made 鈥渢ruly honest and conscientious.鈥? 鈥淵ou know, my dear, a brother can do so much for his sister if he lays himself out to do it. A mother can do very little 鈥?indeed, it is hardly a mother鈥檚 place to seek out young men; it is a brother鈥檚 place to find a suitable partner for his sister; all that I can do is to try to make Battersby as attractive as possible to any of your friends whom you may invite. And in that,鈥?she added, with a little toss of her head, 鈥淚 do not think I have been deficient hitherto.鈥? 自拍亚洲偷丁香五月 He got up, and sat as close to her as he could pull a chair. 鈥淰ery well then, keep it by all means.鈥? Theobald wrote Ernest a short and surly letter a propos of his aunt鈥檚 intentions in this matter. I had heard from Ernest the name of the broker who had been employed, and went at once to see him. He told me Pryer had closed all his accounts for cash on the day that Ernest had been sentenced, and had received L2315, which was all that remained of Ernest鈥檚 original L5000. With this he had decamped, nor had we enough clue as to his whereabouts to be able to take any steps to recover the money. There was in fact nothing to be done but to consider the whole as lost. I may say here that neither I nor Ernest ever heard of Pryer again, nor have any idea what became of him.