I don't grudge it 'em, though sometimes it comes over me--what an amazing concoction! What a miracle the masculine conception of life is--judges, civil servants, army, navy, Houses of Parliament, lord mayors--what a world we've made of it! Look at Hirst now.

I assure you," he said, "not a day's passed since we came here without a discussion as to whether he's to stay on at Cambridge or to go to the Bar.

It's his career--his sacred career.

And if I've heard it twenty times, I'm sure his mother and sister have heard it five hundred times.

Can't you imagine the family conclaves, and the sister told to run out and feed the rabbits because St.John must have the school-room to himself--'St.John's working,' 'St.John wants his tea brought to him.' Don't you know the kind of thing?
No wonder that St.John thinks it a matter of considerable importance.