I was out against the universe.

But it wasn't serious at all--just a boy's mania--till one day my father met me in London when I came down from Oxford, and took me to Thwaite's Club in St.James's Street.

There was the thing that finished me.

I was twenty-one, and restless-minded, and with eyes wide open.
"Well, he took me to Thwaite's where I was to become a member, and after a little while he left me to go and have a long pow-wow with the committee--he was a member of it.

He told me to make myself at home, and I did so as soon as his back was turned.