“If I do my duty like a man I shall go and try to recover the French estates which my father neglects.”
“No, don’t do that, dear; go and get my old school spelling-book and read the fable of the dog and the shadow.”
“There you go, sneering again. You women can’t understand a fellow. Here am I worried to death for money, and have to drudge as old Van Heldre’s clerk.”
“Worried for money, Harry? What nonsense!”
“I am. You don’t know. I say, Lou dear.”
“Now, Harry! you will be so late.”
“I won’t go at all if you don’t listen to me. Look here; I want fifty pounds.”
“What for?”
“Never mind. Will you lend it to me?”
“But what can you want with fifty pounds, Harry? You’re not in debt?”