“Very much.”
“Humph! What does your mother think about it?”
“About my new job?” Wayne smiled. “You know those aren’t the kind of facts—jobs and salaries—that my mother scrutinizes very closely.”
Lanley stared at him with brows slightly contracted.
“What does she scrutinize?” he asked.
“Oh, motives—spiritual things.”
“I see.” Mr. Lanley couldn’t go a step further, couldn’t take this young man into his confidence an inch further. He stuck his stick into his overcoat-pocket so that it stood upright, and wheeled sharply.
“Good-by,” he said, and added at the door, “I suppose you think this makes a difference in your prospects.”
“Mrs. Farron has asked me to come to dinner to-night.”
Lanley wheeled back again.