"Go for a year," said his father. "See what you make of it. If you're getting any good of it, you can go on. If not, we'll see."
The boy did not leave the room.
His interviews with his father were rare; and there was a question he had long wished to ask.
Now he blurted it out.
"Am I to go into the Bank, father?"
The old man blinked at his son over his spectacles, and then shoved back his chair.
"What d'you want?" he asked.
"I should like the Army, or to farm," replied the son.
Mr. Silver put down his paper.
It was some time before he answered.