“What does papa say?”
“The old story. I’m to go back to drudgery. I think I shall enlist.”
“For shame! and you professing to care as you do for Madelaine.”
“So I do. I worship her.”
“Then prove it by exerting yourself in the way papa wishes. I wonder you have not more spirit.”
“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.”