Having completed the task he had set himself, Eddy was now free to indulge in reflections more suited to a wedding morning. These reflections were of the happy and absorbing nature customary in a person in his situation; they may, in fact, be so easily imagined that they need not here be set down. Having abandoned himself to them for half an hour, he went to bed, to rest before his laborious life. For let no one think he can become a bigot without much energy of mind and will. It is not a road one can slip into unawares, as it were, like the primrose paths of life--the novelist’s, for example, the poet’s, or the tramp’s. It needs fibre; a man has to brace himself, set his teeth, shut his eyes, and plunge with a courageous blindness. Five o’clock struck before Eddy went to bed. He hoped to leave it at seven, in order to start betimes upon so strenuous a career. _Jarrold & Sons, Ltd., Printers, The Empire Press, Norwich._ Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: I believe her mother neglected her when he was ill=> I believe her mother neglected her when she was ill {pg 130} omniverous=> omnivorous {pg 154} incompatability=> incompatibility {pg 250} End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The making of a bigot, by Rose Macaulay