"'Passing rich on fourty pounds a year'—and a goosegate!"
"My dear fellow! it won't buy your books."
"I shall read the book of mother Earth."
"Sentimental rubbish! Is your mind quite made up?"
"Screwed to the sticking point."
The voice was silent for a moment, then continued:
"So you'll spend your days teaching the young to make pot-hooks! Are you going to succeed?"
"The truth is, I think a little reflection will be good for me."
"Reflection! What upon?"
"Life."