As Taffy entered his parents stood up and seemed just as awkward as their visitor.
"Another time, perhaps," he heard his father say.

Honoria rose almost at once, and would not stay to drink tea, though Humility pressed her.
"I suppose," said Taffy next day, looking up from his Virgil, "I suppose Miss Honoria wants to make friends now and help on the restoration ?" Mr.Raymond, who was on his knees fastening a loose hinge in a pew-door, took a screw from between his lips.
"Yes, she proposed that." "It must be splendid for you, dad!" "I don't quite see," answered Mr.Raymond, with his head well inside the pew.
Taffy stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and took a turn up and down the aisle.
"Why," said he, coming to a halt, "it means that you have won.
It's victory, dad, and _I_ call it glorious!" His lip trembled.
He wanted to put a hand on his father's shoulder; but his abominable shyness stood between.
"We won long ago, my boy." And Mr.Raymond wheeled round on his knees, pushed up his spectacles, and quoted the famous lines, very solemnly and slowly: "'And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!'" "I see," Taffy nodded.

"And--I say, that's jolly.

Who wrote it ?" "A man I used to see in the streets of Oxford and always turned to stare after: a man with big ugly shaped feet and the face of a god--a young tormented god.

Those were days when young men's thoughts tormented them.