“David is clever, isn’t he?” she remarked with pleasure.
“I thought of it first,” said Evangeline. “He only suggested writing.”
“Well what is going to happen? Are you going out or what?”
“No, he says Joseph Price offered him a job in their works when the regiment was sent out, but he refused. If he can still get it he will clear out.”
“Why did he refuse it before?” asked Teresa.
“Because of Ivor I think—but we won’t go into that.”
“Where is the Price place? Would you have to be in Millport?”
“No, it is a new one they have started somewhere near London. I forget what the name is; it is somewhere I never heard of except that I know some famous person was born there.”
“Hush!” said Teresa. “They’re coming out. Let me up, quick!” They both disappeared into Evangeline’s room as the drawing-room door opened.
“Yes, he’s a thoroughly decent f’ller,” said Joseph Price to his father, that evening. “Marv’llous engineer, I’m told. But ’f course, it’s just ’s you like.”