“To be sure. He will have to work for a living. Probably he will become a common mechanic.”
“Horrible!” exclaimed Imogene, with a shudder.
“Of course, he is no fit companion for our children now.”
“Certainly not,” said Mrs. Davenport decidedly.
“I am not sorry,” said James. “I never liked him. I always thought him low.”
“I hope, Imogene,” said her mother, “you won’t think of encouraging his visits now,” said her mother. “He is far below you in the social scale.”
“I understand that well enough, mother. I should not be willing to associate with a working boy.”
“Right, my love! I see that you cherish sentiments worthy of my daughter. There is nothing like having a proper sense of your own dignity.”
“You won’t have to complain of me,” said Imogene, tossing her head.
“Nor of me,” said James. “I’ll keep him at a distance, never fear.”