“To a friend?”
“To lodgings—alone.”
“I say, you know, you have some pluck. You did it on your own?”
Ann Veronica smiled. “Quite on my own,” she said.
“It’s magnificent!” He leaned back and regarded her with his head a little on one side. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. Luckily I’m not. And you started out forthwith to fight the world and be a citizen on your own basis?” He came forward again and folded his hands under him on his desk.
“How has the world taken it?” he asked. “If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me. But the world didn’t do that.”
“Not exactly.”
“It presented a large impenetrable back, and went on thinking about something else.”
“It offered from fifteen to two-and-twenty shillings a week—for drudgery.”
“The world has no sense of what is due to youth and courage. It never has had.”