I think what I say is true."
Francis became more practical.
"But you've only been in the regiment three years," he said. "It won't
be very popular resigning after only three years."
"I have nothing much to lose on the score of popularity," remarked
Michael.
There was nothing pertinent that could be consoling here.
"And have you told your father?" asked Francis. "Does Uncle Robert
know?"
"Yes; I wrote to father this morning, and I'm going down to Ashbridge
to-morrow. I shall be very sorry if he disapproves."
"Then you'll be sorry," said Francis.
"I know, but it won't make any difference to my action. After all, I'm
twenty-five; if I can't begin to manage my life now, you may be sure I
never shall. But I know I'm right. I would bet on my infallibility. At
present I've only told you half my reasons for resigning, and already
you agree with me."
Francis did not contradict this.
"Let's hear the rest, then," he said.
"You shall. The rest is far more important, and rather resembles a
sermon."
Francis appropriately sat down again.
"Well, it's this," said Michael. "I'm twenty-five, and it is time that
I began trying to be what perhaps I may be able to be, instead of not
trying very much--because it's hopeless--to be what I can't be.
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