"Poor old Jack!" I thought. "This will be boring him stiff." . . .
And with that I sat up of a sudden, listening. Sure as fate I heard
the damned thing coming . . . coming . . .
"This brings me," said Mr. Farrell, "to the subject of Grants--Grants
from the Imperial Exchequer and Special Grants from the London County
Council to certain University Colleges, of which you have one in your
midst--" It was at this point that I sat up.
"I may claim," went on Mr. Farrell, "to be no foe of Higher
Education. I am all for the Advancement of Science. In my own way
of business I have frequently had occasion to consult scientific
experts, and have derived benefit--practical benefit--from their
advice. I freely own it. What's more, ladies and gentlemen, I am
all for Research, provided you keep it within limits.
"What do I mean by limits? . . . I have here, in my hand, ladies and
gentlemen, a document. It is signed by a number of influential
persons, including several ladies of title. This document alleges--
er--certain practices going on in a certain University College not
five hundred yards from where I stand at this moment; and it asks me
what I think of them, and if public money--your money and mine--
should be voted to encourage that and similar forms of Research--"
"Great Scott!" groaned Jimmy, and touched my arm.
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