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Tom went back to Cambridge for his third year with his mind fully made up as regard his career. He was alone with his father his last night at home, and they had talked the matter out -- or rather Tom talked the matter out, and his father expressed acquiescence with his proposed arrangements, and mingled a little cynical advice.
"You see, I must be a sculptor, father," Tom had said, "at least, that is my passion. If you wish me to go into the business or go to the bar, I'll go, but that won't be the work of my life. You don't object, do you?"