TomandhisfatherhadalightedatthePeacockataboutsevenintheevening；andhavingheardwithunfeignedjoythepaternalorder，atthebar，ofsteaksandoyster-sauceforsupperinhalfanhour，andseenhisfatherseatedcozilybythebrightfireinthecoffee-roomwiththepaperinhishand，Tomhadrunouttoseeabouthim，hadwonderedatallthevehiclespassingandrepassing，andhadfraternizedwiththebootsandhostler，fromwhomheascertainedthattheTally-howasatip-topgoer——tenmilesanhourincludingstoppages——andsopunctualthatalltheroadsettheirclocksbyher。
　　Thenbeingsummonedtosupper，hehadregaledhimselfinoneofthebrightlittleboxesofthePeacockcoffee-room，onthebeef-
　　steakandunlimitedoyster-sauceandbrownstouttastedthenforthefirsttime——adaytobemarkedforeverbyTomwithawhitestone；hadatfirstattendedtotheexcellentadvicewhichhisfatherwasbestowingonhimfromoverhisglassofsteamingbrandy-and-water，andthenbegannodding，fromtheunitedeffectsofthestout，thefire，andthelecture；tilltheSquire，observingTom’sstate，andrememberingthatitwasnearlynineo’clock，andthattheTally-holeftatthree，sentthelittlefellowofftothechambermaid，withashakeofthehandTomhavingstipulatedinthemorningbeforestartingthatkissingshouldnowceasebetweenthem，andafewpartingwords:
　　“Andnow，Tom，myboy，“saidtheSquire，“rememberyouaregoing，atyourownearnestrequest，tobechuckedintothisgreatschool，likeayoungbear，withallyourtroublesbeforeyou——earlierthanweshouldhavesentyouperhaps。Ifschoolsarewhattheywereinmytime，you’llseeagreatmanycruelblackguardthingsdone，andhearadealoffoul，badtalk。Butneverfear。Youtellthetruth，keepabraveandkindheart，andneverlistentoorsayanythingyouwouldn’thaveyourmotherandsisterhear，andyou’llneverfeelashamedtocomehome，orwetoseeyou。“
　　TheallusiontohismothermadeTomfeelratherchoky，andhewouldhavelikedtohavehuggedhisfatherwell，ifithadn’tbeenfortherecentstipulation。
　　Asitwas，heonlysqueezedhisfather’shand，andlookedbravelyupandsaid，“I’lltry，father。“
　　“Iknowyouwill，myboy。Isyourmoneyallsafe？
　　“Yes，“saidTom，divingintoonepockettomakesure。
　　“Andyourkeys？“saidtheSquire。
　　“Allright，“saidTom，divingintotheotherpocket。
　　“Well，then，good-night。Godblessyou！I’lltellbootstocallyou，andbeuptoseeyouoff。“
　　Tomwascarriedoffbythechambermaidinabrownstudy，fromwhichhewasrousedinacleanlittleattic，bythatbuxompersoncallinghimalittledarlingandkissinghimasshelefttheroom；whichindignityhewastoomuchsurprisedtoresent。
　　Andstillthinkingofhisfather’slastwords，andthelookwithwhichtheywerespoken，hekneltdownandprayedthat，comewhatmight，hemightneverbringshameorsorrowonthedearfolkathome。
　　Indeed，theSquire’slastwordsdeservedtohavetheireffect，fortheyhadbeentheresultofmuchanxiousthought。AllthewayuptoLondonhehadponderedwhatheshouldsaytoTombywayofpartingadvice——somethingthattheboycouldkeepinhisheadreadyforuse。Bywayofassistingmeditation，hehadevengonethelengthoftakingouthisflintandsteelandtinder，andhammeringawayforaquarterofanhourtillhehadmanufacturedalightforalongTrichinopolicheroot，whichhesilentlypuffed，tothenosmallwonderofcoachee，whowasanoldfriend，andaninstitutionontheBathroad，andwhoalwaysexpectedatalkontheprospectsanddoings，agriculturalandsocial，ofthewholecountry，whenhecarriedtheSquire。
　　TocondensetheSquire’smeditation，itwassomewhatasfollows:
　　“Iwon’ttellhimtoreadhisBible，andloveandserveGod；ifhedon’tdothatforhismother’ssakeandteaching，hewon’tformine。ShallIgointothesortoftemptationshe’llmeetwith？No，Ican’tdothat。Neverdoforanoldfellowtogointosuchthingswithaboy。Hewon’tunderstandme。Dohimmoreharmthangood，tentoone。ShallItellhimtomindhiswork，andsayhe’ssenttoschooltomakehimselfagoodscholar？Well，butheisn’tsenttoschoolforthat——atanyrate，notforthatmainly。Idon’tcareastrawforGreekparticles，orthedigamma；nomoredoeshismother。Whatishesenttoschoolfor？Well，partlybecausehewantedsotogo。
　　Ifhe’llonlyturnoutabrave，helpful，truth-tellingEnglishman，andagentleman，andaChristian，that’sallI
　　want，“thoughttheSquire；anduponthisviewofthecaseheframedhislastwordsofadvicetoTom，whichwerewellenoughsuitedtohispurpose。
　　FortheywereTom’sfirstthoughtsashetumbledoutofbedatthesummonsofboots，andproceededrapidlytowashanddresshimself。Attenminutestothreehewasdowninthecoffee-roominhisstockings，carryinghishat-box，coat，andcomforterinhishand；andtherehefoundhisfathernursingabrightfire，andacupofhotcoffeeandahardbiscuitonthetable。
　　“Now，then，Tom，giveusyourthingshere，anddrinkthis。
　　There’snothinglikestartingwarm，oldfellow。“
　　Tomaddressedhimselftothecoffee，andprattledawaywhileheworkedhimselfintohisshoesandhisgreatcoat，wellwarmedthrough——aPetershamcoatwithvelvetcollar，madetightaftertheabominablefashionofthosedays。Andjustasheisswallowinghislastmouthful，windinghiscomforterroundhisthroat，andtuckingtheendsintothebreastofhiscoat，thehornsounds；bootslooksinandsays，“Tally-ho，sir；“andtheyheartheringandtherattleofthefourfasttrottersandthetown-madedrag，asitdashesuptothePeacock。
　　“Anythingforus，Bob？“saystheburlyguard，droppingdownfrombehind，andslappinghimselfacrossthechest。
　　“Younggen’lm’n，Rugby；threeparcels，Leicester；hampero’
　　game，Rugby，“answershostler。
　　“Tellyounggenttolookalive，“saysguard，openingthehind-
　　bootandshootingintheparcelsafterexaminingthembythelamps。“Here；shovetheportmanteauupa-top。I’llfastenhimpresently——Nowthen，sir，jumpupbehind。“
　　“Good-bye，father——myloveathome。“Alastshakeofthehand。
　　UpgoesTom，theguardcatchinghishatboxandholdingonwithonehand，whilewiththeotherheclapsthehorntohismouth。
　　Toot，toot，toot！thehostlersletgotheirheads，thefourbaysplungeatthecollar，andawaygoestheTally-hointothedarkness，forty-fivesecondsfromthetimetheypulledup。
　　Hostler，boots，andtheSquirestandlookingafterthemunderthePeacocklamp。
　　“Sharpwork！“saystheSquire，andgoesinagaintohisbed，thecoachbeingwelloutofsightandhearing。
　　Tomstandsuponthecoachandlooksbackathisfather’sfigureaslongashecanseeit；andthentheguard，havingdisposedofhisluggage，comestoananchor，andfinisheshisbuttoningsandotherpreparationsforfacingthethreehoursbeforedawn——nojokeforthosewhomindedcold，onafastcoachinNovember，inthereignofhislateMajesty。
　　Isometimesthinkthatyouboysofthisgenerationareadealtendererfellowsthanweusedtobe。Atanyrateyou’remuchmorecomfortabletravellers，forIseeeveryoneofyouwithhisrugorplaid，andotherdodgesforpreservingthecaloric，andmostofyougoingin，thosefuzzy，dusty，paddedfirst-classcarriages。Itwasanotheraffairaltogether，adarkrideonthetopoftheTally-ho，Icantellyou，inatightPetershamcoat，andyourfeetdanglingsixinchesfromthefloor。Thenyouknewwhatcoldwas，andwhatitwastobewithoutlegs，fornotabitoffeelinghadyouinthemafterthefirsthalf-hour。Butithaditspleasures，theolddarkride。Firsttherewastheconsciousnessofsilentendurance，sodeartoeveryEnglishman——
　　ofstandingoutagainstsomething，andnotgivingin。Thentherewasthemusicoftherattlingharness，andtheringofthehorses’feetonthehardroad，andtheglareofthetwobrightlampsthroughthesteaminghoarfrost，overtheleaders’ears，intothedarkness，andthecheerytootoftheguard’shorn，towarnsomedrowsypikemanorthehostleratthenextchange；andthelookingforwardtodaylight；andlast，butnotleast，thedelightofreturningsensationinyourtoes。
　　Thenthebreakofdawnandthesunrise，wherecantheybeeverseeninperfectionbutfromacoachroof？Youwantmotionandchangeandmusictoseethemintheirglory——notthemusicofsingingmenandsingingwomen，butgood，silentmusic，whichsetsitselfinyourownhead，theaccompanimentofworkandgettingovertheground。
　　TheTally-hoispastSt。Albans，andTomisenjoyingtheride，thoughhalf-frozen。Theguard，whoisalonewithhimonthebackofthecoach，issilent，buthasmuffledTom’sfeetupinstraw，andputtheendofanoat-sackoverhisknees。Thedarknesshasdrivenhiminwards，andhehasgoneoverhislittlepastlife，andthoughtofallhisdoingsandpromises，andofhismotherandsister，andhisfather’slastwords；andhasmadefiftygoodresolutions，andmeanstobearhimselflikeabraveBrownasheis，thoughayoungone。Thenhehasbeenforwardintothemysteriousboy-future，speculatingastowhatsortofplaceRugbyis，andwhattheydothere，andcallingupallthestoriesofpublicschoolswhichhehasheardfrombigboysintheholidays。Heischoke-fullofhopeandlife，notwithstandingthecold，andkickshisheelsagainsttheback-
　　board，andwouldliketosing，onlyhedoesn’tknowhowhisfriendthesilentguardmighttakeit。
　　Andnowthedawnbreaksattheendofthefourthstage，andthecoachpullsupatalittleroadsideinnwithhugestablesbehind。Thereisabrightfiregleamingthroughtheredcurtainsofthebarwindow，andthedoorisopen。Thecoachmancatcheshiswhipintoadoublethong，andthrowsittothehostler；thesteamofthehorsesrisesstraightupintotheair。
　　Hehasputthemalongoverthelasttwomiles，andistwominutesbeforehistime。Herollsdownfromtheboxandintotheinn。Theguardrollsoffbehind。“Now，sir，“sayshetoTom，“youjustjumpdown，andI’llgiveyouadropofsomethingtokeepthecoldout。“