just as you like people to be. Well, Mr. Wrybolt went on, and would
have it that Len was badly taught and altogether led in the wrong
way, and that he'd grow up an immoral and an irreligious man. 'You
must remember, Mr. Wrybolt,' I said, rather severely, 'that people's
ideas about morality and religion differ very much, and I can't
think you have sufficiently studied the subject to be capable of
understanding my point of view'--It was rather severe, wasn't it?
But I think it was rather well put."

"Go on," said Dyce, with another nod.

"Well now, I'm quite sure you'll understand me. We _do_ generally
understand each other. You see, I was put into a most difficult
position. Mr. Wrybolt is my trustee, and he has to look after Len--
though he's never given a thought to him till now--and he's a man
of influence; that is to say, in his own wretched, vulgar world, but
unfortunately it's a kind of influence one's obliged to think about.
Len, you know, is just eleven, and one has to begin to think about
his future, and it isn't as if he was going to be rich and could do
as he liked. I'm sure you'll understand me. With a man like Mr.
Wrybolt--"

"Not so many words," interposed the listener, smiling rather
disdainfully. "I see the upshot of it all. You promised to send Len
to school."

Mrs. Woolstan panted and fluttered and regarded Lashmar with eyes of
agitated appeal.

"If you think I ought to have held out--please say just what you