"Come," said John Turner, taking my arm, "no one else wants to forget Waterloo."
I went with him a little. Then I paused.
"Who is the young lady coming down the steps behind us?"
John Turner, looking over his shoulder, gave a grunt.
"Old De Clericy and his daughter," he answered. "One of the families that are too old to keep pace with the times."
"WHO IS THE YOUNG LADY COMING DOWN THE STEPS BEHIND US?"
We walked on a little.
"There is a chance for you—wants a secretary," muttered my companion.