"But you would have liked something else."
"My real bent was for the army."
"And why didn't you—?"
"The friend who paid for my education refused his consent."
She wondered why this brought a disagreeable sensation.
"What made him refuse?"
"He gave no reason."
"And you are sorry—still!"
"Nothing is more foolish than to be a slave to useless regrets. My line is marked out for me; and I have to make the best of it."
"That is brave—anyway," she murmured.