"But I'd like to marry somebody," Jane-Anne protested, "and I wouldn't like an ugly person."
"Heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Wycherly. "Are footmen the only good-looking men in the world?"
"They're the best-looking men in our walk in life, sir," Jane-Anne rejoined primly, in exact imitation of her aunt.
"Come here, Jane-Anne," said Mr. Wycherly.
She went obediently and stood beside him.
"Have you ever thought," he said gravely, "that your walk in life may be precisely what you choose to make it?"
"No, sir," she said frankly, "I've always supposed I should be a servant—there doesn't seem anything else for me to be. You see, aunt knows she could get me into a good family."
"I don't think you're strong enough for a servant," Mr. Wycherly objected.
"Then," she said decidedly, "I think I'd better be a ward."
"A ward?" Mr. Wycherly repeated in puzzled tones.