“Officers nowadays,” she said, “have to be very brave, able men.”
“I know, miss,” said Bealby modestly....
The fire required attention for a little while....
The lady turned over on her elbow. “What do you think you are likely to be, Dick!” she asked.
He didn’t know.
“What sort of man is your stepfather?”
Bealby looked at her. “He isn’t much,” he said.
“What is he?”
Bealby hadn’t the slightest intention of being the son of a gardener. “’E’s a law-writer.”
“What! in that village.”