studying for the law and would later on take out his articles.
"I meant to do so when I first entered the office," old Mr. Johnson said to him one day. They were walking home together. Mr. Johnson also resided in Bruton Square. He was a bachelor and lived with an unmarried sister. "Forty-three years ago that was, in the first Mr. Mowbray's time. But office hours were longer then; and when I got home I was pretty tired. And what with one thing and another Besides, I hadn't your incentive."
He laughed, and seemed to expect Anthony to understand the joke.
"Come to me," he added, "if you get tied up at any time. I expect I'll be able to help you."
They were all quite right. He was studying for the law. But it surprised him they should all assume it as a matter of course.
He had intended telling Edward himself and asking his help. But Edward anticipated him.
"I'm glad you're with the Gov'nor," he said. It was a day or two before his return to Oxford. He had come to the office with messages from his father, who was in bed with a headache. "I should have suggested it myself if I'd known you were looking at it that way. And Betty's pleased," he added. "She thinks it is good for the dad, that
