“Scholarship be damned! I never went to a University; no reason why you should go. Not going anyway—”
“Yes, but—”
“Quiet. D’y’hear! There can be altogether too much of a good thing—too much altogether. I have my own plans for you.”
“And so have I,” said Wynne.
“Then you’ll make them fit in with mine—got that?”
Wynne’s foot began to tap on the ground and his mouth straightened thinly.
“Go on.”
“I’ll go on in my own damned time. A little hard discipline is what you want and it’s what you’ll get.”
“Well?”
“I spoke to Kessles on the ’phone last night about putting you there.”