'Very well--though you misrepresent yourself. But for me it isn't enough. I want to know something as well as it can be known. Purely for my own satisfaction; the thought of "doing something" doesn't come in at all. I was looking at your county histories this morning, and I felt a huge longing to give the rest of my life to some little bit of England, a county, or even a town, and exhaust the possibilities of knowledge within those limits. Why, Greystone here--it has an interesting history, even in relation to England at large; and what a delight there would be in following it out, doggedly, invincibly--making it one's single subject--grubbing after it in muniment-rooms and libraries--learning by heart every stone of the old town--dying at last with the consolation that nobody could teach one anything more about it!' 'I know the mood,' said Morton, laughing. 'I'm narrowing down,' pursued Harvey. 'Once I had tremendous visions--dreamt of holding half a dozen civilisations in the hollow of my hand. I came back from the East in a fury to learn the Oriental languages--made a start, you know, with Arabic. I dropped one nation after another, always drawing nearer home. The Latin races were to suffice me. Then early France, especially in its relations with England;--Normandy, Anjou. Then early England, especially in its relations with France. The end will be a county, or a town--nay, possibly a building. Why not devote one's self to the history of a market-cross? It would be respectable, I tell you. Thoroughness is all.' When they were alone in the library at night, Morton spoke of his eldest boy, expressing some anxiety about him. 'The rascal will have to earn his living--and how? There's time, I suppose, but it begins to fidget me. He won't handle corn--I'm clear as to that. At his age, of course, all lads talk about voyages and so on, but Harry seems cut out for a larger sphere than Greystone. I shan't balk him. I'd rather he hadn't anything to do with fighting--still, that's a weakness.' 'We think of sending Wager's lad into the navy,' said Rolfe, when he had mused awhile. 'Of course, he'll have to make his own way.' 'Best thing you can do, no doubt. And what about his little sister?' 'That's more troublesome. It's awkward that she's a relative of Mrs Abbott. Otherwise, I should have proposed to train her for a cook.' 'Do you mean it?'