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"Yes, I don't care about my work," said Jack, "and I think I shall
get rather tired of being up here before I have done with it. It's
rather pointless, I think. Of course it's quite amusing; but I want
to do something real, make some real money, and talk about
business. I shall go into the city, I think."
"I don't believe you care about anything but money," said Howard;
"you are a barbarian!"
"No, I don't care about money," said Jack; "only one must have
enough--what I like are REAL things. I couldn't go on just learning
things up till I was twenty-three, and then teaching them till I
was sixty-three. Of course I think it is awfully good of you to do
it, but I can't think why or how you do it."
"I suppose I don't care about real things," said Howard.
"No, I can't quite make you out," said Jack with a smiling air,
"because of course you are quite different from the other dons--
nobody would suppose you were a don--everyone says that."
"It's very kind of you to say so," said Howard, "but I am not sure
that it is a compliment--a tradesman ought to be a tradesman, and
not to be ashamed of it. I'm a sophist, of course."
"What's a sophist?" said Jack. "Oh, I know. You lectured about the
sophists last term. I don't remember what they were exactly, but I
thought the lecture awfully good--quite amusing! They were a sort
of parsons, weren't they?"
"You are a wonderful person, Jack!" said Howard, laughing.
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