Work for me." He vanished into the shadow.
Lawrence nodded.

"Good-bye, Cards, old man.

Go and play your old bridge or something--leave the wretched Bunnin' to his prayers." Lawrence and Olva moved away.
3 The first thing that Lawrence said when they were lounging comfortably in his worn but friendly chairs hit Olva, expecting peace here at any rate, like a blow.
"Fellers have forgotten Carfax damn quick." In that good-natured face there was no suspicion, but Olva seemed to see there a curiosity, even an excitement.
"Yes," he said, "they have." "Fellers," said Lawrence again, "aren't clever in this College.

They get their firsts in Science--little measly pups from Board Schools who don't clean their teeth--and there are one or two men who can row a bit and play footer a bit and play cricket a bit--I grant you all that--but they _aren't_ clever--not what I call clever." Olva waited for the development of Lawrence's brain.
"Now at St.Martin's they'll talk.

They'll sit round a fire the whole blessed evenin' talkin'-- about whether there's a God or isn't a God, about whether they're there or aren't there, about whether women are rotten or not, about jolly old Greece and jolly old Rome--_I_ know.
That's the sort o' stuff you could go in for--damn interestin'.