“You never told me why you didn't marry her; I never heard the end of that story.”
“There is nothing to tell. It's all over now. Do you remember how I used to dress myself up to go to the theatre? We used to go to supper at Scott's afterwards. I did not mind what I ate in those days.”
“You hardly ever go to the theatre now, do you?”
“Hardly ever. I shouldn't have gone to-night if it had not been for you. I don't know how it is, but I don't seem to enjoy myself as I used to.”
The men ceased talking. Presently Frank broke the silence.
“I hope you are getting on all right on the Stock Exchange. You haven't mentioned the subject.”
“I don't know that there is much to say. Times are very bad just now. I don't think any one is doing much good.”
“But you are with a very good firm. Nothing is going wrong, I hope.”
“I don't think any one is making money. We have all been hard hit lately—war scares. But I daresay it will all come right.”
“I never understood what you ever wanted to go into the business for. What do you, with your handsome place at Southwick, and your father with his thousands and thousands, want to turn yourself into a city clerk for?”