Only there's a condition.

You need not be alarmed.

A little condition which a loving father might impose upon his only son," and Mr.Jarvice beamed paternally as he resumed his seat.
"What is the condition ?" asked Walter Hine.
"That you travel for a year, broaden your mind by visiting the great countries and capitals of Europe, take a little trip perhaps into the East and return a cultured gentleman well equipped to occupy the high position which will be yours when your grandfather is in due time translated to a better sphere." Mr.Jarvice leaned back in his chair, and with a confident wave of his desk ruler had the air of producing the startling metamorphosis like some heavy but benevolent fairy.

Walter Hine, however, was not attracted by the prospect.
"But--" he began, and at once Mr.Jarvice interrupted him.
"I anticipate you," he said, with a smile.

"Standing at the window there, I foresaw your objection.