“Are you working at all?” demanded Rupert, quickly.
“Yes.”
“What are you doing?”
“Writing for Mr. Julian.”
“Perhaps you are writing his sermons,” said Rupert, with a sneer.
“That is exactly what I am doing,” answered Tom, with a smile at Rupert’s bewilderment.
“Come, that’s nonsense. You are only trying to fool me.”
“If you want to see me at work, you can come with me. I am going to the minister’s study now.”
“I suppose you are copying for him,” said Rupert, with sudden enlightenment.
“You have guessed right.”