"Writes a shocking hand," said Uncle Henry. "That's education. Peter's hand," he added contentedly, "is worse. I can't make head or tail of what Peter writes."
Henry mixed himself another whisky. "They seem to think a great lot of him," he said thoughtfully. "That about the Scholarships, for instance. They say he'll get the £30. Then he goes to the High School and gets £50, and £80 at the University. Think of that, George."
"I don't hold with it," Mr. Paragon broke out.
"Education," Henry began.
"Education yourself," interrupted Mr. Paragon. "What's the good of all that second-hand stuff?"
"It helps."
"Yes. It helps to make a nob of my son. It's little he'll learn at the University except to take off his hat to people no better than himself."
"Can't you trust him?"
"Peter's all right," Mr. Paragon jealously admitted.
"There's no harm in a bit of Greek. You talk as if it was going to turn him straight off into a bishop."