"Not one word, even of advice," he said. "Let us keep to our principles. The end will be surer."
They turned the corner of the street. Above the shouting of an angry woman and the crazy song of a drunken man the girl's sobs still lingered in their ears.
CHAPTER VIII
MR. BULLSOM IS STAGGERED
Mr. Bullsom looked up from his letters With an air of satisfaction.
"Company to dinner, Mrs. Bullsom!" he declared. "Some more of your silly old directors, I suppose," said Selina, discontentedly. "What a nuisance they are."
Mr. Bullsom frowned.
"My silly old directors, as you call 'em," he answered, "may not be exactly up to your idea of refinement, but I wouldn't call 'em names if I were you. They've made me one of the richest men in Medchester."
"A lot we get out of it," Louise grunted, discontentedly.
"You get as much as you deserve," Mr. Bullsom retorted. "Besides, you're so plaguing impatient. You don't hear your mother talk like that."