"I see what you're driving at, father," he said.

"You feel I've wasted time and money at college, because I haven't lived like a dog and grubbed in books day in and day out, and filled my head with musty stuff; because I've tried to get what I believe to be the broadest knowledge and experience; because I've associated with the best men, the fellows that come from the good families.

You accept the bluff the faculty puts up of pretending the A fellows are really the A fellows, when, in fact, everybody there and all the graduates and everyone everywhere who knows the world knows that the fellows in our set are the ones the university is proud of--the fellows with manners and appearance and--" "The gentlemen," interjected the father, who had not changed either his position or his expression.
"Yes--the gentlemen!" exclaimed Arthur.

"There are other ideals of life besides buying and selling." "And working ?" suggested Hiram.
"Yes--and what you call working," retorted Arthur, angry through and through.

"You sent me East to college to get the education of a man in my position." "What is your position ?" inquired Hiram--simply an inquiry.
"Your son," replied the young man; "trying to make the best use of the opportunities you've worked so hard to get for me.