"I suppose he is clever." There was nothing more said about his being a mere clerk. Indeed, Lily had changed her mind on that subject. Johnny Eames was a mere clerk; whereas Crosbie, if he was to be called a clerk at all, was a clerk of some very special denomination. There may be a great difference between one clerk and another! A Clerk of the Council and a parish clerk are very different persons. Lily had got some such idea as this into her head as she attempted in her own mind to rescue Mr. Crosbie from the lower orders of the Government service.
"I wish he were not coming," Mrs. Dale had said to her eldest daughter.
"I think you are wrong, mamma."
"But if she should become fond of him, and then—"
"Lily will never become really fond of any man till he shall have given her proper reason. And if he admires her, why should they not come together?"
"But she is so young, Bell."
"She is nineteen; and if they were engaged, perhaps, they might wait for a year or so. But it's no good talking in that way, mamma. If you were to tell Lily not to give him encouragement, she would not speak to him."
"I should not think of interfering."
"No, mamma; and therefore it must take its course. For myself, I like Mr. Crosbie very much."
"So do I, my dear."