"You dear little woman! What do you know of sociology ?" he said, and then walked away to hide his amusement, muttering "Poems?
Great Heavens!" Frances looked after him steadily.

"Oh, well!" she said to herself presently.
She forced her mind back to the Quarterly article.

It was a beginning of just the kind of triumph that she always had expected for him.

He would soon be recognized by scientific men all over the world as their confrere, especially after his year's study at Oxford.
When George was in his cradle she had planned that he should be a clergyman, just as she had planned that he should be a well-bred man, and she had fitted him for both roles in life, and urged him into them by the same unceasing soft pats and pushes.

She would be delighted when she saw him in white robes serving at the altar.
Not that Frances had ever taken her religion quite seriously.