"It is awfully good of you, dear!"
"Oh! I don't know much about the goodness of it; but I do know that a man couldn't very well act differently under the circumstances."
"But, Paul, think of your boating, and how you would miss that!"
For the first time in the conversation Paul's lip quivered. "Please don't let's talk about that! Besides, boating isn't everything."
After a few moments Joanna asked: "Then what shall you do instead of going back to Oxford?"
"I shall go and teach 'small Latin and less Greek' to Sir Richard Esdaile's son. I wrote to my tutor, telling him how matters stood, and asking him if he could put me in the way of getting a job. And he wrote back saying that old Esdaile—who is a chum of his—wanted somebody to teach his small boy and prepare him for Eton."
"And so he recommended you?"
"He said he should be pleased to recommend me to anybody, as I took a First in Mods, and was pretty sure to do the same in Greats if I'd stayed up. So I shall go to Esdaile Court after the summer holidays are over."
"I see."
"The pay is two hundred a year," continued Paul; "and I can send most of it home, as I shall have only my clothes to pay for."