"Mr. Flint," Barbara began again, "is going away."
"To work?"
"Yes."
"Oh, isn't that lovely!"
"Yes," replied Barbara, without enthusiasm.
"I mean, isn't it splendid to think that he is going to do something—be somebody."
"Was he not somebody before?" asked Barbara, quickly.
"Yes, of course, but—you know how people have talked about him."
"And half that they have said is not true," said Barbara, resentfully.