These honours had fallen to Earwaker, with whom it was not easy to compete on such ground.

No, he was not born a man of letters.

But in science, granted fair opportunity, he might make a name.

He might, and he would! On the morrow, splendour of sunshine drew him forth to some distance from the town.

He went along the lanes singing; now it was holiday with him, and for the first time he could enjoy the broad golden daylight, the genial warmth.