“In a few days!—all! Who are ‘all’?”
“My family,—father, mother, uncle, cousin, and myself. But, my dear fellow, now let us think seriously what is best to be done for you. I can present you to Trevanion.”
“Ha!”
“But Trevanion is a hard, though an excellent man, and, moreover, as he is always changing the subjects that engross him, in a month or so he may have nothing to give you. You said you would work,—will you consent not to complain if the work cannot be done in kid gloves? Young men who have risen high in the world have begun, it is well known, as reporters to the press. It is a situation of respectability, and in request, and not easy to obtain, I fancy; but still—”
Vivian interrupted me hastily.
“Thank you a thousand times! But what you say confirms a resolution I had taken before you came. I shall make it up with my family and return home.”
“Oh, I am so really glad. How wise in you!”
Vivian turned away his head abruptly.
“Your pictures of family life and domestic peace, you see,” he said, “seduced me more than you thought. When do you leave town?”
“Why, I believe, early next week.”