Harold arrived, looking very grave. But his father looked graver still, and he invited the young man into the library, and gave him a piece of his mind. It produced no sensible effect. At last, “Well, I hope at least you tipped the servants liberally?” the poor man questioned.
“No, sir, I don’t believe in tipping servants. What are they paid their wages for?”
“You’re quite irreclaimable,” the father cried. “May I ask how long you mean to remain in England?”
“I think I shall need about two months to do it thoroughly.”
His father left the room, and gave orders to his man to pack for a long journey.
A SLEEVELESS ERRAND.
“J’ai perdu via tourterelle,
Je veux aller apres elle.”