on the land, and thank God for that.

But one's work is thrown in for nothing.

" "Then why do you do it, if it's a clear loss?" "Oh, well, one does it! What would you have? It's habit, and one knows it's how it should be.

And what's more," the landowner went on, leaning his elbows on the window and chatting on, "my son, I must tell you, has no taste for it.

There's no doubt he'll be a scientific man.