“He hopes to. But Owen told me that there isn’t a very great demand for that kind of work, nowadays.”
Flora looked inquiringly at her sister.
“I hope Father isn’t going to be disappointed,” she said, half interrogatively.
“I’m very much afraid that he is.”
On this encouraging supposition of Miss Morchard’s, the conversation ended.
In accordance with their father’s desire, both sisters had gone upstairs before the conference in the study came to an end.
There came a knock at Lucilla’s door.
She opened it.
“Come in, Adrian.”
“It’s all up,” said Adrian, in the eloquent idiom of his generation, and made a melodramatic gesture of desperation.