He hated Folking.

He was certain that any life would suit him better than a life to be passed as squire of Folking.

And he was quite alive to the fact that, though there was at home the prospect of future position and future income, for the present, there would be nothing.

Were he to submit himself humbly to his father, he might probably be allowed to vegetate at the old family home.

But there was no career for him.