'Look here, I'm hanged--' began Mike. 'Yes, you must be there,' said Psmith. 'Your presence will serve to cheer Comrade B. up. Fate compels me to deal him a nasty blow, and he will want sympathy. I have got to break it to him that I am leaving the bank.' 'What, are you going to chuck it?' Psmith inclined his head. 'The time,' he said, 'has come to part. It has served its turn. The startled whisper runs round the City. "Psmith has had sufficient."' 'What are you going to do?' 'I propose to enter the University of Cambridge, and there to study the intricacies of the Law, with a view to having a subsequent dash at becoming Lord Chancellor.' 'By Jove!' said Mike, 'you're lucky. I wish I were coming too.' Psmith knocked the ash off his cigarette. 'Are you absolutely set on becoming a pro?' he asked. 'It depends on what you call set. It seems to me it's about all I can do.' 'I can offer you a not entirely scaly job,' said Smith, 'if you feel like taking it. In the course of conversation with my father during the match this afternoon, I gleaned the fact that he is anxious to secure your services as a species of agent. The vast Psmith estates, it seems, need a bright boy to keep an eye upon them. Are you prepared to accept the post?' Mike stared. 'Me! Dash it all, how old do you think I am? I'm only nineteen.' 'I had suspected as much from the alabaster clearness of your unwrinkled brow. But my father does not wish you to enter upon your duties immediately. There would be a preliminary interval of three, possibly four, years at Cambridge, during which I presume, you would be learning divers facts concerning spuds, turmuts, and the like. At least,' said Psmith airily, 'I suppose so. Far be it from me to dictate the line of your researches.' 'Then I'm afraid it's off,' said Mike gloomily. 'My pater couldn't afford to send me to Cambridge.' 'That obstacle,' said Psmith, 'can be surmounted. You would, of course, accompany me to Cambridge, in the capacity, which you enjoy at the present moment, of my confidential secretary and adviser. Any expenses that might crop up would be defrayed from the Psmith family chest.' Mike's eyes opened wide again. 'Do you mean,' he asked bluntly, 'that your pater would pay for me at the 'Varsity? No I say--dash it--I mean, I couldn't--' 'Do you suggest,' said Psmith, raising his eyebrows, 'that I should go to the University _without_ a confidential secretary and adviser?' 'No, but I mean--' protested Mike.