'Yes, I know that; but when you get to England?'
'London first. You know that is the great English centre?'
'Do you know any people there?'
'Not I. But I have a great-uncle there, living at Kensington. I believe that is part of London, though really I don't know much about it. I shall go to see him, of course.'
'Your great-uncle! That is, Mr. Dallas's own uncle?'
'No, my mother's. His name is Strahan.'
'And then you are going to Oxford? Why do you go there? Are not the colleges in America just as good?'
'I can tell better after I've seen Oxford. But no, Queen Esther; that is larger and older and richer than any college in America can be; indeed it is a cluster of colleges—it is a University.'
'Will you study in them all?'
'No,' said Pitt, laughing, 'not exactly! But it is a fine place, by all accounts—a noble place. And then, you know, we are English, and my father and mother wish me to be as English as possible. That is natural.'