The door was opened suddenly, and their father came in. Even with streaks of gray in his hair, and deep lines upon his face, Mr. Leicester was handsome; and he had a gay, dashing air, that heightened the charm of his appearance. He carelessly kissed Madge, and laid his hand on Raymond's shoulder, then sat down by the fire.
"It's cold to-night, children."
"Yes, father; shall I get tea?"
"Not to-night, sweet Madge. I must be off soon; I have an engagement. I only looked in to see how you were getting on."
"Very well," said Raymond gruffly.
"Oh! that's right; I'm glad to hear it."
There was a long pause, then Mr. Leicester said abruptly, "Raymond, lad, I've found some work for you at last."
Raymond started. He had long ago found work for himself, and did not want any other.
"Stephens and Johnson will shortly have a vacancy, and then you can go to them as soon as you like."
"What do you mean?"