“Do you think you shall like it?”
“I suppose I shall. There is so very little I 'm really fit for, that I look on this appointment as a piece of rare luck.”
“I fancy I 'd rather have gone into the army,—a cavalry regiment, for instance.”
“The most wasteful and extravagant career a young fellow could select,” said Sir Arthur, smarting under some recent and not over-pleasant experiences.
“The uniform is so becoming too,” said she, languidly.
“It is far and away beyond any pretension of my humble fortune, Madam,” said Tony, proudly, for there was an impertinent carelessness in her manner that stung him to the quick.
“Ah, yes,” sighed she; “and the army, too, is not the profession for one who wants to marry.”
Tony again felt his cheek on fire, but he did not utter a word as she went on, “And report says something like this of you, Mr. Butler.”
“What, Tony! how is this? I never heard of it before,” cried Sir Arthur.
“Nor I, sir.”