“Didn’t she invite you to lunch?”
“Yes; but I thought I should like to look round the city a little.”
“What do you expect to do?”
“I suppose I must get a place. As I have no property, I must do something to earn my living.”
“You don’t expect to stay at our house, do you?”
“I don’t expect anything. I feel bound to be guided by your father.”
“You see it would be awkward to have an office-boy at our table, meeting our friends.”
“I suppose so,” said Gilbert, his lip curling.
“It wouldn’t be proper.”
“I suppose you know best.”