And now, my dear nephew, let me change to another subject more dear
to me--yourself. When you read this I shall have passed away, so
that I need not be hampered now by that reserve which I feel has
grown upon me through a long and self-contained life. Your mother
was very dear to me. As you know, she was twenty years younger than
her youngest brother, who was two years younger than me. So we were
all young men when she was a baby, and, I need not say, a pet amongst
us--almost like our own child to each of us, as well as our sister.
You knew her sweetness and high quality, so I need say nothing of
these; but I should like you to understand that she was very dear to
me. When she and your father came to know and love each other I was
far away, opening up a new branch of business in the interior of
China, and it was not for several months that I got home news. When
I first heard of him they had already been married. I was delighted
to find that they were very happy. They needed nothing that I could
give. When he died so suddenly I tried to comfort her, and all I had
was at her disposal, did she want it. She was a proud woman--though
not with me. She had come to understand that, though I seemed cold
and hard (and perhaps was so generally), I was not so to her. But
she would not have help of any kind. When I pressed her, she told me
that she had enough for your keep and education and her own
sustenance for the time she must still live; that your father and she
had agreed that you should be brought up to a healthy and strenuous
life rather than to one of luxury; and she thought that it would be
better for the development of your character that you should learn to
be self-reliant and to be content with what your dear father had left
you. She had always been a wise and thoughtful girl, and now all her
wisdom and thought were for you, your father's and her child. When
she spoke of you and your future, she said many things which I