"But Oxford, George ?" she said.
"You forget your examinations ?" George took off his spectacles and wiped them.
"Speak! Have you no mind of your own ?" his wife whispered.

"I will tell you, then, madam.

He has done with that silly whim! A priest, indeed! I am Catholic, and priests do not marry.

He goes to Paris to study art.

I see a great future for him, in art." Frances stared at him, and then sat down, dully.