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It was now an accepted fact that I had quitted Cambridge University. During the autumn I was limply incorporating myself with Aunt Evelyn's localized existence. Nothing was being said on the subject of what I was going to do, and I cannot remember that the problem was perplexing my thoughts, or that I felt any hankerings for more eventful departments of human experience. I was content to take it easy until something happened. But since I had no responsibilities and no near relatives except my aunt, whose connection with the world beyond her own "round of calls" was confined to a few old friends who seldom wrote to her, the things which could happen were humdrum and few.
"What are you doing today, George? " asks Aunt Evelyn, as she gets up from the breakfast table to go down to the kitchen to interview the cook.