Waymark unconsciously displayed something of that egoism which is inseparable from force of character, and to the other this was far from disagreeable; Julian liked the novel sensation of having a strong nature to rely upon.

Already he was being led by his natural tendency to hero-worship into a fervid admiration for his friend.
"What have you' been doing with yourself this fine day ?" Waymark asked, as they sat down to table.
"I always spend Sunday afternoon with a cousin of mine," replied Julian, with the unhesitating frankness which was natural to him.
"Male or female ?" "Female." There was a touch of colour on his face as he met the other's eye, and he continued rather quickly.

"We lived together always as children, and were only separated at my uncle's death, three years ago.
She is engaged at a stationer's shop." "What is a fellow to do to get money ?" Waymark exclaimed, when his pipe was well alight.

"I'm growing sick of this hand-to-mouth existence.

Now if one had a bare competency, what glorious possibilities would open out.