"Yes; he's rather a good-looking youngster, it seems to me."
"How can you say so?" demanded Mrs. Tracy, sharply. "There's a very common look about him, I think. He isn't nearly as good-looking as Harold."
"Harold used to look like you," said Warner, with a smile. "Natural you should think him good-looking. But don't it show a little self-conceit, Louisa?"
"That's a poor joke," answered his sister, coldly. "What are you going to do?"
"Going out to see if I can find any of my old acquaintances."
"You had much better look out for a position, as Aunt Eliza hinted."
"Don't be in such a hurry, Louisa. Please bear in mind that I have only just arrived in Chicago after an absence of five years."
"Dinner will be ready in half an hour."
"Thank you. I don't think I should like a second interview with Aunt Eliza quite so soon. I will lunch outside."
"A lunch outside costs money, and you are not very well provided in that way."