“A gentleman at ease? What’s that?”
“To have enough money to live upon without working for it.”
He swore good humouredly, and asked with a laugh: “Do you think I want to do nothing?”
“Well, if you’d like to work I’ll buy you a house and some land for you to cultivate, and you can choose where.”
“I have chosen.”
“Well?”
“To serve you,” he replied, earnestly.
“You must think a heap of me in that case,” I laughed.
“I do,” he said, in just the same grave, decided tone.
“I’m afraid you won’t like the city life, Karasch.”