if it's too wet to play golf. You can amuse yourself with painting if
there aren't any pheasants to shoot. In fact, he will think that my
wanting to become a musician is much the same thing as if I wanted to
become a billiard-marker. And if he and I talked about it till we were a
hundred years old, he could never possibly appreciate my point of view."

Michael got up and began walking up and down the room with his slow,
ponderous movement.

"Francis, it's a thousand pities that you and I can't change places," he
said. "You are exactly the son father would like to have, and I should
so much prefer being his nephew. However, you come next; that's one
comfort."

He paused a moment.

"You see, the fact is that he doesn't like me," he said. "He has no
sympathy whatever with my tastes, nor with what I am. I'm an awful trial
to him, and I don't see how to help it. It's pure waste of time, my
going on in the Guards. I do it badly, and I hate it. Now, you're made
for it; you're that sort, and that sort is my father's sort. But I'm
not; no one knows that better than myself. Then there's the question of
marriage, too."

Michael gave a mirthless laugh.

"I'm twenty-five, you see," he said, "and it's the family custom for the
eldest son to marry at twenty-five, just as he's baptised when he's a
certain number of weeks old, and confirmed when he is fifteen. It's part
of the family plan, and the Medes and Persians aren't in it when the