He rushed away. The head of the school followed him and, while he was dressing, reasoned with him.
"Nay," said Paul. "Never agen. Aw'm doan wi' th' whole business."
And as Paul walked home through the hurrying streets, he thought regretfully of twenty speeches which would have more adequately signified his indignant retirement from the profession.
CHAPTER VI
PAUL'S model-self being dead, he regarded it with complacency and set his foot on it, little doubting that it was another stepping-stone.
He spoke loftily of his independence.
"But how are you going to earn your living?" asked Jane, the practical.
"I shall follow one of the arts," Paul replied. "I think I am a poet, but I might be a painter or a musician."
"You do sing and play lovely," said Jane.