“Has she?” said Archibald, dubiously; “really!”
“Yes, and she declares that your cook wastes enough every day to keep four families!”
“Really!” said Archibald; “I’ll have to look into it.”
“You won’t save much out of what we pay,” said Elvira, “and we don’t want to stay if it doesn’t pay you; but——”
“Well?”
“Mr. Archibald, we are poor.” She looked down.
“I’m very sorry, I’m sure—I—” he really did feel a compassion which found its way into his voice, and made it tremble a little.
“Aunt says you can’t be making any money. Now, we don’t think it is right to stay another day and be burdens, do you see?”
A solemn pause.
“Isn’t that what they are talking about so much now in the novels?” he asked, at length.