’I believe I thought it would do both good to see a little more of the other,—­I did not know it was my idea any more than papa’s.’

’And so you see, Mr. Thornton, we ought to have been improving each other down-stairs, instead of talking over vanished families of Smiths and Harrisons.  However, I am willing to do my part now.  I wonder when you Milton men intend to live.  All your lives seem to be spent in gathering together the materials for life.’

‘By living, I suppose you mean enjoyment.’

’Yes, enjoyment,—­I don’t specify of what, because I trust. we should both consider mere pleasure as very poor enjoyment.’

‘I would rather have the nature of the enjoyment defined.’

’Well! enjoyment of leisure—­enjoyment of the power and influence which money gives.  You are all striving for money.  What do you want it for?’

Mr. Thornton was silent.  Then he said, ’I really don’t know.  But money is not what I strive for.’

‘What then?’

’It is a home question.  I shall have to lay myself open to such a catechist, and I am not sure that I am prepared to do it.’

‘No!’ said Mr. Hale; ’don’t let us be personal in our catechism.  You are neither of you representative men; you are each of you too individual for that.’

’I am not sure whether to consider that as a compliment or not.  I should like to be the representative of Oxford, with its beauty and its learning, and its proud old history.  What do you say, Margaret; ought I to be flattered?’

’I don’t know Oxford.  But there is a difference between being the representative of a city and the representative man of its inhabitants.’

’Very true, Miss Margaret.  Now I remember, you were against me this morning, and were quite Miltonian and manufacturing in your preferences.’  Margaret saw the quick glance of surprise that Mr. Thornton gave her, and she was annoyed at the construction which he might put on this speech of Mr. Bell’s.  Mr. Bell went on—­

’Ah!  I wish I could show you our High Street—­our Radcliffe Square.  I am leaving out our colleges, just as I give Mr. Thornton leave to omit his factories in speaking of the charms of Milton.  I have a right to abuse my birth-place.  Remember I am a Milton man.

Mr. Thornton was annoyed more than he ought to have been at all that Mr. Bell was saying.  He was not in a mood for joking.  At another time, he could have enjoyed Mr. Bell’s half testy condemnation of a town where the life was so at variance with every habit he had formed; but now, he was galled enough to attempt to defend what was never meant to be seriously attacked.

‘I don’t set up Milton as a model of a town.’

‘Not in architecture?’ slyly asked Mr. Bell.

‘No!  We’ve been too busy to attend to mere outward appearances.’

‘Don’t say mere outward appearances,’ said Mr. Hale, gently.  ’They impress us all, from childhood upward—­every day of our life.’