"I am a grown man.

I have good prospects--" "Good prospects!" ejaculated the vicar in horror.

"Good prospects! Why, you are only an undergraduate at Cambridge." "I may be senior classic in a few months," objected John.

"That is not such a bad prospect, it seems to me." "It means that you may get a fellowship, probably will--in the course of a few years.

But you lose it if you marry.