“And I wonder you have not more decency towards my friends.”
Louise coloured slightly.
“Here you profess to believe in my going into trade and drudging behind a counter.”
“I did not know that a counter had ever been in question, Harry,” said his sister sarcastically.
“Well, a clerk’s desk; it’s all the same. I believe you would like to see me selling tea and sugar.”
“I don’t think I should mind.”
“No; that’s it. I’m to be disgraced while you are so much of the fine lady that you look down on, and quite insult, my friend Pradelle.”
“Aunt Margaret wishes to speak to you, dear,” said Louise gravely. “I promised to tell you as soon as you left the study.”
“Then hang it all! why didn’t you tell me? Couldn’t resist a chance for a lecture. There’s only one body here who understands me, and that’s aunt. Why even Madelaine’s turning against me now, and I believe it is all your doing.”
“I have done nothing but what is for your good, Harry.”