“She has an extremely prepossessing appearance,” I observed.
“There isn’t,” said George, “a girl in London to touch her. Sam, old boy, I believe—I believe she likes me a bit.”
“I’m sure she must, George,” said I; and indeed, I thought so.
“The Governor’s infernally unreasonable,” said George, fretfully.
“Oh, you’ve mentioned it to him?”
“I sounded him. Oh, you may be sure he didn’t see what I was up to. I put it quite generally. He talked rot about getting on in the world. Who wants to get on?”
“Who, indeed?” said I. “It is only changing what you are for something no better.”
“And about waiting till I know my own mind. Isn’t it enough to look at her?”
“Ample, in my opinion,” said I.
George rose to his feet.