If Stephen had never known men, it was equally true that Benson had never known boys, his father having made his own youth a period of the most rigorous industry; he had also been quiet and studiously inclined; the latter a characteristic which he noted Stephen did not appear to possess. He remembered that the boy's father and uncle, while they were educated men, had possessed a much greater respect for books than knowledge of them; and it impressed itself upon him that Stephen was most unlikely material from which to recruit a member of one of the learned professions. In short the boy evinced an utter and astonishing lack of curiosity concerning the lawyers well selected library which had been placed at his disposal. When Benson commented on this fact, Stephen informed him quite frankly that he didn't care for books; he had all the reading he wanted at school. “How would you like to be a lawyer, Stephen?” Benson asked him on one occasion. “I shouldn't like it, Mr. Benson,” he said promptly. “Why not, Stephen?” “I don't know, only I just know I shouldn't.” “But you've got to do something,” urged Benson. “I suppose so,” said the boy slowly. “My Aunt Virginia wants me to be a professional man, but I tell her that is all nonsense.” “But to please her,” suggested Benson. “I'd do a good deal to do that, but what I want is something out of doors. And I'd want there should be a great deal of money in it, whatever I did!” “And if you got a great deal of money what would you do with it?” asked his host. “Give most of it to my Aunt Virginia, and keep some for myself,” answered Stephen. “That's a first-rate idea,” said Benson. “They, my father and uncle, must have had a lot of money once, Mr. Benson.” “Yes, they did—a fortune.” The boy frowned. “Well, I wish it hadn't been lost; then there wouldn't be this talk about my being a professional man. What are all the professions anyway, Mr. Benson?” “The law, medicine, the ministry—” “Oh, well, I guess I'll have to argue my Aunt Virginia out of that notion!” he said in evident low spirits. Stephen was rather good looking and mature for his years. All his ideas, such as they were, were well thought out and definite. He was dark like his father, and had the Landray air of high breeding; indeed, his manner toward Benson was one of courteous and restrained good-fellowship, he was neither boisterous nor familiar; and the lawyer, considering those points which were most in his favour, decided that while in some respects he was only an average boy, he yet possessed certain fine possibilities of manhood, though he was forced to own he did not quite know what they were, and was dubious as to their practical value. He remembered that his father and uncle had both been exceptional men, but he would hardly have called them successful men.