“I did nothing. I wish to make books, not to keep them.”
“Don’t want any racecourse jargon here, please.”
“You misunderstand me. I ought to have said write books.”
“There are plenty of books without your writing them.”
“What a good thing Shakespeare’s father didn’t think so!” mused Wynne.
Mr. Rendall ignored the interruption.
“I’m giving you one more term at school, so make the best use of it. You are not by any means a fool, and what your brother Wallace could do you should be able to do.”
Wallace was already established in a clerkship whither he daily proceeded in a silk hat. Being drawn into the conversation he felt it incumbent upon himself to offer a contribution.
“You will find in the City, Wynne, people are not inclined to put up with a lot of nonsense.”
“I think it unlikely I shall find out anything of the kind,” replied Wynne.