He said:
"Why 'we,' Ponting? You didn't win it. I won it."
He said:
"Sir Hugh Corver is not going to be the head of the architectural profession. I am." He felt the assurance of that in his bones.
CHAPTER II
THE ROLL-CALL
I
The telephone rang in the principal's room of George's office in Museum Street. He raised his head from the drawing-board with the false gesture of fatigued impatience which, as a business man, he had long since acquired, and took the instrument. As a fact he was not really busy; he was only pretending to be busy; and he rather enjoyed the summons of the telephone, with its eternal promise of some romantic new turn of existence. Nevertheless, though he was quite alone, he had to affect that the telephone was his bane.