they were ready-made and not of the best-quality cloth that the other boys all wore. Even so, I had not been taught how to make the best of them. Neither my mother nor my father had any regard for the niceties of modern dress, and my elder brothers were abroad by this time. The other boys in my house, except for five scholars, were nearly all the sons of business men; it was a class of whose interests and prejudices I knew nothing, having hitherto only met boys of the professional class. And I talked too much for their liking. A further disability was that I was as prudishly innocent as my mother had planned I should be. I knew nothing about simple sex, let alone the many refinements of sex constantly referred to in school conversation. My immediate reaction was one of disgust. I wanted to run away. The most unfortunate disability of all was that my name appeared on the school list as ‘R. von R. Graves.’ I had only known hitherto that my second name was Ranke; the ‘von,’ discovered on my birth certificate, was disconcerting. Carthusians were secretive about their second names; if these were fancy ones they usually managed to conceal them. Ranke, without the ‘von’ I could no doubt have passed off as monosyllabic and English, but ‘von Ranke’ was glaring. The business class to which most of the boys belonged was strongly feeling at this time the threat and even the necessity of a trade war; ‘German’ meant ‘dirty German.’ It meant ‘cheap shoddy goods competing with our sterling industries,’ and it also meant military menace, Prussianism, sabre-rattling. There was another boy in my house with a German name, but English by birth and upbringing. He was treated much as I was. On the other hand a French boy in the house was very popular, though he was not much good at games; King Edward VII had done his _entente_ work very thoroughly. There was also considerable anti-Jewish feeling (the business prejudice again) and the legend was put about that I was not only a German but a German-Jew.