“It is because he has poisoned his father’s mind against me by false and mendacious charges and statements. I can afford to look upon these with contempt since my alma mater bestowed upon me the honorary degree of P. D. at the last commencement.”
“What does P. D. stand for?”
“Doctor of Philosophy,” answered Mr. Snowdon in a lofty tone.
“Oh, I thought it might mean something else.”
“What?” asked Mr. Snowdon suspiciously.
“Oh, it isn’t material. I don’t want to display my ignorance,” said Bernard meekly.
“I am glad you are becoming sensible.”
Mr. Snowdon did not press the question, as he conjectured that P. D., as understood by Bernard, would stand for something far from complimentary.
“I am going to the post-office, Mr. Snowdon. Can I do anything for you?”
“You may inquire if there are any letters for me.”