“Yes?” said Ozzie politely, and he said nothing else, but it seemed to Mr. Prohack that Ozzie was thinking:  “This queer old stick is taking advantage of his position to make a fool of himself in his queer old way.”

“Let us examine the circumstances,” Mr. Prohack proceeded.  “You want to marry Sissie.  Therefore you respect her.  Therefore you would not have invited her to marry unless you had been reasonably sure that you possessed the brains and the material means to provide for her physical and moral comfort not merely during the next year but till the end of her life.  It would be useless, not to say impolite, for me to question you as to your situation and your abilities, because you are convinced about both, and if you failed to convince me about both you would leave here perfectly sure that the fault was mine and not yours, and you would pursue your plans just the same.  Moreover, you are a man of the world—­far more a man of the world than I am myself—­and you are unquestionably the best judge of your powers to do your duty towards a wife.  Of course some might argue that I, being appreciably older than you, am appreciably wiser than you and that my opinion on vital matters is worth more than yours.  But you know, and perhaps I know too, that in growing old a man does not really become wiser; he simply acquires a different sort of wisdom—­whether it is a better or a worse sort nobody can decide.  All we know is that the extremely young and the extremely old are in practice generally foolish.  Which leads you nowhere at all.  But looking at history we perceive that the ideas of the moderately young have always triumphed against the ideas of the moderately old.  And happily so, for otherwise there could be no progress.  Hence the balance of probability is that, assuming you and I were to differ, you would be more right than I should be.”

“But I hope that we do not differ, sir,” said Ozzie.  And Mr. Prohack found satisfaction in the naturalness, the freedom from pose, of Ozzie’s diffident and disconcerted demeanour.  His sympathy for the young man was increased by the young man’s increasing consternation.

“Again,” resumed Mr. Prohack, ignoring Ozzie’s hope.  “Take the case of Sissie herself.  Sissie’s education was designed and superintended by myself.  The supreme aim of education should be to give sound judgment in the great affairs of life, and moral stamina to meet the crises which arrive when sound judgment is falsified by events.  If I were to tell you that in my opinion Sissie’s judgment of you as a future husband was unsound, it would be equivalent to admitting that my education of Sissie had been unsound.  And I could not possibly admit such a thing.  Moreover, just as you are a man of the world, so Sissie is a woman of the world.  By heredity and by natural character she is sagacious, and she has acquainted herself with all manner of things as to which I am entirely ignorant.  Nor can I remember any instance