CHAPTER VI.
"He is happy whose circumstances suit his temper; but he is more excellent who can suit his temper to any circumstances." "The idea of _your_ having a ward! I could quite as soon imagine your having a wife," says Hardinge.

He knocks the ash off his cigar, and after meditating for a moment, leans back in his chair and gives way to irrepressible mirth.
"I don't see why I shouldn't have a wife as well as another," says the professor, idly tapping his forefinger on the table near him.

"She would bore me.

But a great many fellows are bored." "You have grasped one great truth if you never grasp another!" says Mr.
Hardinge, who has now recovered.

"Catch _me_ marrying." "It's unlucky to talk like that," says the professor.