"To be sure you will. But why do you not settle your mind to one business? Every day, Mr. Sidney, you think of a new one!"
"You must not blame me for that, Mattie," he replied; "I want to make sure of the most suitable, to find one in which I could take part myself."
"What do you think of the old business in which Mr. Wesden made money?—think of that whilst I am gone."
"Where are you going now?" he asked a little irritably.
"To scold the butcher for yesterday's tough joint," said Mattie.
"Butchers make money, but how the deuce could I chop up a sheep without personal damage?" he said, rambling off to a new idea.
Mattie hurried to the door. The butcher was certainly there; but, crossing the road in the direction of the house, Mattie had seen Harriet Wesden. The butcher was dismissed, and Harriet admitted silently into the passage.
"How long have you been here?" Harriet exclaimed.
"A month now. I promised his father that I would do my best for him left behind in trouble. You—you don't blame me?"
"Blame you!—no. Why should I?"