"You must come again when there is more daylight," said Mr. Juxon to his companion.
"Thank you," said John. "You are very good." He intended to relapse into silence, but his instinct made him ashamed of seeming rude. "You have a magnificent library," he added presently in a rather cold tone.
"You have been used to much better ones in Cambridge," said the squire, modestly.
"Do you know Cambridge well, Mr. Juxon?"
"Very well. I am a Cambridge man, myself."
"Indeed?" exclaimed John, immediately discovering that the squire was not so bad as he had thought. "Indeed! I had no idea. Mr. Ambrose never told me that."
"I am not sure that he is aware of it," said Mr. Juxon quietly. "The subject never happened to come up."
"How odd!" remarked John, who could not conceive of associating with a man for any length of time without asking at what University he had been.
"I don't know," answered Mr. Juxon. "There are lots of other things to talk about."
"Oh—of course," said John, in a tone which did not express conviction.