"But you're not likely to get that here," said Marigold, experiencing a sense of disappointment.
"Don't see why not. There's Selby,—if one of his drivers was to fall ill, and give up, why, I might step into his shoes."
"But Selby's men have been with him for years. It isn't in the least likely they should give up."
"Well, they might. Or something else might happen. It's just waiting a while. I'm not come back to the old country, to slave. The old folks are as pleased as can be to have me at home. Of course I could get something to do any day, but it's no manner of use to be impatient. Once I get into the right line, I'll stick to it."
"I'm afraid—people will say—"
"Say what? Out with it."
"They'll say—you don't keep long to anything."
"They won't say that, when they see how long I'll keep to you."
Marigold blushed, and was pleased in spite of herself.
"But I do wish—" she began.