XIII
IN WHICH THE MINISTER GETS INTO LOVE AND TROUBLE
“Cub resigned his place in my office next day, and confessed his purpose, and I heard him with sober respect and tried in every proper way to save him. It wouldn’t work.
“The lines of panic had left the face of Cub. The two-pound expression had departed from it. The faintness of chaperons would no longer imperil his comfort.
“‘A hundred and four pounds of candy and twenty suppers, and all for nothing!’ I exclaimed. ‘You ruin a girl’s digestion and chuck her over. It isn’t fair.’
“‘But, sir, I found that I didn’t love her,’ said Cub.
“‘What a waste of violets, confectionery, and crab-meat!’