CHAPTER XVIII
All bright hopes and hues of day
Have faded into twilight gray.—Christian Year
'No fear of Aubrey's failing,' said Tom; 'he has a better foundation than nine-tenths of the lads that go up, and he is working like a man.'
'He always did work heartily,' said Ethel, 'and with pleasure in his work.'
'Ay, like a woman.'
'Like a scholar.'
'A scholar is a kind of woman. A man, when he's a boy, only works because he can't help it, and afterwards for what he can get by it.'
'For what he can do with it would have a worthier sound.'
'Sound or sense, it is all the same.'
'Scaffolding granted, what is the building?'