"He wants to become a poet. And I am going to make him one."
"A poet, sir?"
"Why not? I could make a poet out of far less promising material. I could make a poet out of two sticks and a piece of orange-peel, if they studied my booklet carefully. This fellow wrote to me, explaining his circumstances and expressing a wish to develop his higher self, and I became interested in his case and am giving him special tuition. He is coming up here to-day to look at the view and write a description of it in his own words. This I shall correct and criticise. A simple exercise in elementary composition."
"I see, sir."
"He is ten minutes late. I trust he has some satisfactory explanation. Meanwhile, where is Mr. Finch? I would like to speak to him."
"Mr. Finch is out, sir."
"He always seems to be out nowadays. When do you expect him back?"
"I don't know, sir. It all depends on the young lady."
"Mr. Finch has gone out with a young lady?"
"No, sir. Just gone to look at one."