Harry says to Huggo: “I say, I’m not going to be harsh; but, I say, can’t you understand the disgrace; can’t you understand the shame, old man? You’ve been at the finest school in England and you’ve had to leave. You’re sixteen. Old man, when I was sixteen I got my footer colours. I was the youngest chap in the team. You’re sixteen and you’ve never even got a house cap and you’ve had to leave. Huggo, I’ve never missed going down to a Founders’ Day since I went to Oxford. It’s always been the day of the year for me. I don’t say I’ve ever done much in life, but every time I’ve been down to Founders’ Day I’ve thought over, in the train, any little thing I may have pulled out in the year and I’ve felt, I’ve felt awfully proud to be taking it down to the old school, so to speak. Old chap, the proudest, far the proudest of all, was the year I went down when first you were there. I was proud. I’d given a son to the place. I’d got a boy there. Another Occleve was going to write the name up on the shields and rolls and things. It was the year Garnett first came down as a Cabinet Minister. Huggo, I looked old Garnett in the face with a grin. Whatever he’d done I’d got this much up on him--he hadn’t given a son to the place. He hadn’t got a boy there. That’s how I always felt. Well, old man, it’s all over. I can’t go down to Founders’ Day ever again. I’ve never missed. Now--I’ve had to withdraw my boy. I can’t go again. I couldn’t face it.” He wiped his eyes. No tears in Huggo’s eyes. On Huggo’s face only a look sullen and aggrieved; and sullen and aggrieved his mutter, “Well, perhaps it was different for you. I couldn’t stick the place.” She gasped out, “Huggo!” but Harry had heard, and Harry, perhaps in offset to the emotion he had displayed, smashed his hand down on the table before him and cried out, “Well, keep your mouth shut about it then! Couldn’t stick it! What can you be? What can be the matter with you? Couldn’t stick it! Tidborough! The finest school in the world! Couldn’t stick it!” She interposed, “Harry, dear! Huggo; Huggo, tell your father you didn’t mean that.” Huggo’s mumble: “I’m sorry, father.” Harry’s deep, kind voice: “I’m sorry too, old man. It rather jarred. Look here, this is all over. It’s just been a side-slip. I’ve forgotten it. So has your mother. You just think over sometimes what I’ve said, my boy. We’re fixing up this tutor’s for you. You start in fresh and go like steam. Finest thing in the world a fresh start. Makes a side-slip worth while. I’m going to be--I am--prouder of you than anything on earth. My eldest boy! Like steam from now, old chap, eh?” Strike on!