You promised to send Len to school." Mrs.Woolstan panted and fluttered and regarded Lashmar with eyes of agitated appeal.
"If you think I ought to have held out--please say just what you think--let us be quite frank and comradelike with each other--I can write to Mr.Wrybolt."-- "Tell me plainly," said Dyce, leaning towards her.

"What was your reason for giving way at once?
You really think, don't you, that it will be better for the boy ?" "Oh, how _could_ I think so, Mr.Lashmar! You _know_ what a high opinion--" "Exactly.

I am quite ready to believe all that.

But you will be easier in mind with Len at school, taught in the ordinary way?
Now be honest--make an effort." "I--perhaps--one has to think of a boy's future--" The pale face was suffused with rose, and for a moment looked pretty in its half-tearful embarrassment.
"Good.

That's all right.