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Rh love-making in the streets. He pulled spitefully at his moustache.

His picture began to shape itself into Ethel, and her mysterious mother and the vague dexterous Chaffery holding him back, entangled in an impalpable net from that bright and glorious ascent to performance and distinction. Leaky boots and the splash of cabs for all his life as his portion! Already the Forbes Medal, the immediate step, was as good as lost.

What on earth had he been thinking about? He fell foul of his upbringing. Men of the upper or middle classes were put up to these things by their parents; they were properly warned against involving themselves in this love nonsense before they were independent. It was much better.

Everything was going. Not only his work—his scientific career, but the Debating Society, the political movement, all his work for Humanity. Why not be resolute—even now? Why not put the thing clearly and plainly to her? Or write? If he wrote now he could get the advantage of the evening at the Library. He must ask her to forego these walks home—at least until the next examination. She would understand. He had a qualm of doubt whether she would understand. He grew angry at this possibility. But it was no good mincing matters. If once he began to consider