The plate of meat was brought by Mary Jones with Gower beside her, and a sniffle of her happiness audible.  She would not, although invited to stay and burning to hear Gower, wait in the room where father and son had to talk together after a separation, long to love’s counting.  She was a Welshwoman of the pure blood, therefore delicately mannered by nature.

’Yes, dear lad, tobacco helps you on to the marrow of your story, and I too will blow the cloud,’ said Mr. Woodseer, when the plate was pushed aside and the pipe appeared.

So Gower’s recital of his wanderings began, more puffs than speech at the commencement.  He was alternately picturesque and sententious until he reached Baden; there he became involved, from thinking of a revelation of beauty in woman.

Mr. Woodseer rapped the leather on his block.

‘A place where they have started public gambling, I am told.’

’We must look into all the corners of the world to know it, sir, and the world has to be riddled or it riddles us.’

‘Ah.  Did you ever tell a lie, Gower Woodseer?’

‘I played.’

’You played.  The Lord be thanked you have kept your straight tongue!  The Lord can always enter a heart of truth.  Sin cannot dwell with it.  But you played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving; and that was a backsliding; and there will have to be a climbing up.  And what that means, your hold on truth will learn.  Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness.  Ay, you love nature.  Nature is not anchorage for vessels like men.  If you loved the Book you would float in harbour.  You played.  I do trust you lost.’

‘You have your wish, sir.’

‘To have won their money, Gower!  Rather starve.’

‘I did.’

‘Your reason for playing, poor lad?’

‘The reason eludes reason.’

‘Not in you.’

’Sight of the tables; an itch to try them—­one’s self as well; a notion that the losers were playing wrong.  In fine, a bit of a whirl of a medley of atoms; I can’t explain it further.’

’Ah.  The tippler’s fumes in his head!  Spotty business, Gower Woodseer.  “Lead us not into temptation” is worldly wisdom in addition to heavenly.’

After listening to an extended homily, with a general assent and tobacco’s phlegm, Gower replied to his father’s ‘You starved manfully?’ nodding:  ’From Baden to Nancy.  An Alsatian cottager at times helped me along, milk and bread.’

‘Wholesome for body and for soul.’

’Entering Nancy I subscribed to the dictum of our first fathers, which dogs would deliver, if they could speak:  that there is no driver like stomach:  and I went head on to the College, saw the Principal:  plea of urgency.  No engagement possible, to teach either French or English.  But he was inquisitive touching the urgency.  That was my chance.  The French are humane when they are not suspicious of you.  They are generous, if you put a light