![]() Coming back, I thought a lot about how jolly it would be to see old Haldane again. It was bad enough to be unhappy, without having that beast knowing all about it. ![]() That was really why I went to India that winter. Once, when I was very unhappy, he came into my rooms-we were all in our last year at Oxford-and talked about things I hardly knew myself. He knew all sorts of things that he oughtn't to have known, that he couldn't have known in any ordinary decent way. He was a vegetarian and a teetotaller, and an all-wooler and Christian Scientist, and all the things that prigs are-but he wasn't a common prig. And I was right, you see." What can you do with a boy like that? ![]() I remember Haldane twisting his arm to say how he knew about that cherry-tree business, and he only said, "I don't know-I just feel sure. If he were asked whether any other chap had done anything-been out of bounds, or up to any sort of lark-he would always say, "I don't know, sir, but I believe so." He never did know-we took care of that. He was the most intolerable person, boy and man, that I have ever known. His people knew our people at home, so he was put on to us when he came. What first brought us together was our common hatred of Visger, who came from our part of the country. Haldane and I were friends even in our school-days. ![]()
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