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    INTRODUCES MR. LEWISHAM.

    The opening chapter does not concern itself with Love--indeed that
    antagonist does not certainly appear until the third--and Mr. Lewisham
    is seen at his studies. It was ten years ago, and in those days he was
    assistant master in the Whortley Proprietary School, Whortley, Sussex,
    and his wages were forty pounds a year, out of which he had to afford
    fifteen shillings a week during term time to lodge with Mrs. Munday,
    at the little shop in the West Street. He was called "Mr." to
    distinguish him from the bigger boys, whose duty it was to learn, and
    it was a matter of stringent regulation that he should be addressed as
    "Sir."

    He wore ready-made clothes, his black jacket of rigid line was dusted
    about the front and sleeves with scholastic chalk, and his face was
    downy and his moustache incipient. He was a passable-looking youngster
    of eighteen, fair-haired, indifferently barbered, and with a quite
    unnecessary pair of glasses on his fairly prominent nose--he wore
    these to make himself look older, that discipline might be
    maintained. At the particular moment when this story begins he was in
    his bedroom. An attic it was, with lead-framed dormer windows, a
    slanting ceiling and a bulging wall, covered, as a number of torn
    places witnessed, with innumerable strata of florid old-fashioned
    paper.

    To judge by the room Mr. Lewisham thought little of Love but much on
    Greatness. Over the head of the bed, for example, where good folks
    hang texts, these truths asserted themselves, written in a clear,
    bold, youthfully florid hand:--"Knowledge is Power," and "What man has
    done man can do,"--man in the second instance referring to
    Mr. Lewisham. Never for a moment were these things to be
    forgotten. Mr. Lewisham could see them afresh every morning as his
    head came through his shirt. And over the yellow-painted box upon
    which--for lack of shelves--Mr. Lewisham's library was arranged, was a
    "_Schema_." (Why he should not have headed it "Scheme," the editor of
    the _Church Times_, who calls his miscellaneous notes "_Varia_," is
    better able to say than I.) In this scheme, 1892 was indicated as the
    year in which Mr. Lewisham proposed to take his B.A. degree at the

    London University with "hons. in all subjects," and 1895 as the date
    of his "gold medal." Subsequently there were to be "pamphlets in the
    Liberal interest," and such like things duly dated. "Who would control
    others must first control himself," remarked the wall over the
    wash-hand stand, and behind the door against the Sunday trousers was a
    portrait of Carlyle.

    These were no mere threats against the universe; operations
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