“I had my living to make. I preferred to make it in the city.”
“The city is crowded. You had better have remained in the country.”
“I do not think so,” said Herbert.
“You could have got a place on a farm, and in time perhaps might have bought a little land for yourself.”
Herbert smiled.
“I did get a place on a farm,” he said; “but I did not like it.”
“What are you doing in the city? Have you got a place?”
“Not at present.”
“So I supposed,” said his uncle, frowning. “I told you the city was overcrowded. You should not have come here. I suppose you relied on me to help you to something. But I have my own family to take care of, and my first duty is to them, as you must be aware.”
“I don't think you quite understand my object in calling,” said Herbert, quietly. “I have not come for assistance of any kind.”