"He is but a wool stapler, as I have told thee, and his friends are simple folks like himself.

He meddles not in matters that gentlefolks love.

He has no fine company to his house.

Since it be my lot to abide beneath his roof--" "Thou must needs conform to his ways; is that so, boy ?" asked the Father, interrupting the rather lame and confused speech, and smiling as he did so.

"Ay, conform, conform! Conformity is the way of the world today! I would not bid thee do otherwise.