He hoped if the world wagged well to be a protector for certain weak ones.

It was a world wherein immediate brute force told.

Well, he could supply that easily enough.
And what would he not learn?
He would learn the city, the ignorance of which had resulted in his being hungry--he, a young man college-bred, and with some knowledge of Quintilian's crabbedness, or the equations of X and Y in this or that or the Witch of Agnesi.

And were not these people part of the world, and was not this life something of which he ought to know the very heart?
Still, there were relations of things to be considered.

There were people at home, and it would not do.
Then, just as he turned to refuge the woman who sat looking at him, the curtains parted again and a face appeared.