clarence

'Where did you see it last?' asked Clarence, ever practical.

'But surely,' said Clarence, a dim recollection of something he had heard or read somewhere coming to him, 'isn't cornering wheat a rather profitable process?'

Clarence lit a cigarette and drew at it thoughtfully.

Since early childhood Clarence had concentrated his energies on becoming a footballer, and was now an exceedingly fine goal-keeper.

'Oh, Clarence,' she cried, 'my precious angel wonder-child, I don't know how to begin.'

'Begin just like that,' said Clarence, approvingly.

'A man may be an earl and still a gentleman,' said Clarence, not without a touch of coldness in his voice.

'I am going to work, dearest,' said Clarence. 'I am going to work like a horse.

Clarence, as he had predicted, found no difficulty in obtaining employment.

The season during which Clarence Tresillian kept goal for Houndsditch Wednesday is destined to live long in the memory of followers of professional football.

And then, like a meteor, Clarence Tresillian had flashed upon the world of football.

Among the spectators who flocked to the Houndsditch ground to watch Clarence perform there appeared week after week a little, grey, dried-up man, insignificant except for a certain happy choice of language in moments of emotion and an enthusiasm far surpassing that of the ordinary spectator.

Isabel saw little of Clarence during the winter months, except from a distance.