"Let or sell, whichever we can. There will not be enough money to keep the place going. We must find a small low-rented house somewhere, and do our best to live economically."
Mr. Carden-Cox screwed up his lips, emitting a tiny whistle.
"And—college—"
"Is out of the question. I shall be at the Bank."
"In what capacity?"
"Clerk."
"You—a clerk!"
"On £200 a year. But for friendship and kindness I should have had to begin with less than half as much."
There was no falter in Nigel's voice thus far.
"But, I say!" broke in Mr. Carden-Cox. "I say! What about Fulvia?"