"No."
"It is odd you should speak of it. There's nothing I would sooner do for a living—and something I've got to do—only I doubt if I have it in me to do any good with my pen. I may have the capital, but I couldn't lay it out to save my life."
He spoke wistfully, however, as though he were not sure. And now Miss Lowndes seemed the more sympathethic for her momentary lapse. She was very sure indeed.
"You have only to write those things down as you tell them, and I'm certain they would take!"
"Very well," laughed Harry, "I'll have a try—when I have time. I suppose you know what your father promises me?"
"No, indeed I don't," cried Miss Lowndes.
"The Secretaryship of this new Company when it comes out!"
For some moments the girl was silent, and then: "I'd rather see you writing," she said.
"But this would mean three hundred a year."
"I would rather make one hundred by my pen!"