“I was mistaken,” said Philip.
“I should have thought now you’d taken up a profession you’d have the pride to stick to it. It seems to me that what you lack is perseverance.”
Philip was a little annoyed that his uncle did not even see how truly heroic his determination was.
“‘A rolling stone gathers no moss,’“ proceeded the clergyman. Philip hated that proverb above all, and it seemed to him perfectly meaningless. His uncle had repeated it often during the arguments which had preceded his departure from business. Apparently it recalled that occasion to his guardian.