“You will like to hear?”

“Of course I shall. So will George. But it’s not only that. You have such an easy way of going forward; you take it for granted you’re going to be a great man—”

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You think it just lies with yourself, and it is nobody’s business to interfere with you. You don’t even notice those who are on the same path. Now a woman would notice every one, and find out all about them.”

“Who said I wanted to be a great man?”

“Don’t be silly, that’s a good boy! There’s your father coming out of the church porch, and you haven’t told him yet. Run to him, but promise first.”

“What?”

“That you will write.”

“I promise.”

CHAPTER XXI.
HONORIA’S LETTERS.