"I wonder what they would say at home," said Oscar, "if they knew I had taken up the profession of teacher. Strange as it may seem to you, Harry, I have the reputation in the home-circle of being decidedly lazy. How do you account for it?"
"Great men are seldom appreciated."
"You hit the nail on the head that time—glad I am not the nail, by the way. Henceforth I will submit with resignation to injustice and misconstruction, since I am only meeting with the common fate of great men."
"What time is it, Oscar?"
"Nearly ten."
"Then I will bid you good-night," and Harry rose to go. "I can't tell how much I am obliged to you for your kind offer."
"Just postpone thanks till you find out whether I am a good teacher or not."
"I am sure of that."
"I am not so sure, but I will do what I can for you. Good-night. I'll expect you Friday evening. I shall see Fitz to-morrow. Shall I give him your love?"
"Never mind!" said Harry, smiling. "I'm afraid it wouldn't be appreciated."