your mother's brougham,” he said, “that's good enough for you.” But he seemed shaken by the fact that some Burslem rival was launching out with the new invention. “He spoils his girls,” he remarked. “He's a fool,” and became thoughtful.
Afterwards he asked me to come to him into his study; it was a room with a writing-desk and full of pieces of earthenware and suchlike litter, and we had our great row about Cambridge.
“Have you thought things over, Dick?” he said.
“I think I'll go to Trinity, Uncle,” I said firmly. “I want to go to Trinity. It is a great college.”
He was manifestly chagrined. “You're a fool,” he said.
I made no answer.
“You're a damned fool,” he said. “But I suppose you've got to do it. You could have come here—That don't matter, though, now... You'll have your time and spend your money, and be a poor half-starved