They talked the language and the affairs of a world he had never explored and had no wish to explore; its code and conduct, his training, his reason and his instinct all joined in condemning as dishonorable shirking of a man's and woman's part in a universe so ordered that, to keep alive in it, everyone must either work or steal.
But his boy was delighted with the conversation, with Mrs.Whitney, and, finally, with himself.

A long, hard ride had scattered his depression of many weeks into a mere haze over the natural sunshine of youth and health; this haze now vanished.

When Mrs.Whitney referred to Harvard, he said lightly, "You know I was plucked." "Ross told me," said she, in an amused tone; "but you'll get back all right next fall." "I don't know that I care to go," said Arthur.

"I've been thinking it over.

I believe I've got about all the good a university can do a man.