'How clever you are to think of all that!' said Gladys admiringly. 'I am quite sure you will succeed.'
'I mean to,' he said soberly, but with a quiet determination which convinced Gladys how much in earnest he was.
'But don't let success make you hard, Walter,' she said gently. 'Remember how we used to plan what we should do for the poor if we were rich.'
'Your opportunity is here, then,' he said sharply; 'mine is only to come.'
The tone, more than the words, wounded her afresh. Oh, this was not the Walter of old! She rose from the old box a trifle wearily, and looked round her with slightly saddened air.
'Have you heard anything of your sister?' she asked him.
'No, nothing.'
'She has never written to any one?'
'No. I think she has gone to London to join a theatre. The girl who was her chum thinks so too.'
'Are your father and mother well?'