"Cold-blooded word," and Alaric shuddered. "What will you do, Ethel?"
"Work."
"At what?"
"Teach."
"TEACH? Who in the wide world can YOU teach?"
"Children."
Alaric laughed mirthlessly. "Oh, come, that's rich! Eh, mater? Fancy Ethel teachin' grubby little brats their A B C's! Tush!"
"Must!" said Ethel, quite unmoved.
"A CHICHESTER TEACH?" said Alaric, in disgust.
"Settled!" from Ethel, and she swept her finger slowly across the piano.