"But there is no need for that," said Joanna. "Mother and I were saying only yesterday what a good thing it was that you had your scholarship and so were independent of us."
"That's all rot!" said Paul. "A fellow can't be independent of his own people in that sense; and I'm not going to have mother fagged to death over things if I can stop it."
"But, Paul, it would spoil your career if you left Oxford without taking your degree."
"Don't bother about that! And besides—career or no career—my mind is made up."
"Don't you know," urged Joanna, "that father and mother and I would gladly give up everything we have for the sake of you and your future?"
"Of course I do. And do you suppose I haven't the same consideration for you?"
"But, Paul, it seems such a shame!"
"It's no use arguing with me. I've made up my mind, I tell you. Of course I'm sorry to leave Oxford and throw up my chance of a First and all that that means; but, you know, there are some things a fellow can pay too dearly for, and that is one of them."
Joanna's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Paul! are you sure it is necessary?"
"Look here! I think it is necessary that I should set about earning some money as soon as possible."