"I wish I was Mdlle. Augustine. I say, Daisy, doesn't Madame Clarisse want a male hand in the business--something in the light-porter line? I'm sure it would suit me better than that beastly office."
"What office, Paul?"
"Why, my office, darling; where I go every day. Do you mean to say I didn't tell you about that, Daisy?"
"Certainly not; you've told me nothing about yourself."
"Well, you see, I've known you so short a time, and seen so little of you. Oh yes, I go to an office."
"Do you mean to say you're a clerk?"
"Well, yes--not to put too fine a point upon it, I suppose I am."
"What! a lawyer's clerk?"
"No, no! D--n it all, Daisy, not as bad as that, nothing of the kind. Government office, Civil servant of the Crown, and all that kind of thing, don't you understand? Her Majesty's Stannaries--one of the principal departments of the State."
"And do you go there every day, Mr.--I mean, Paul?"