"A capital fellow."
"He's a lambkin," emended Molly warmly.
"A lambkin, if you prefer it."
"And I asked you to come here to-day to tell me what I ought to do. You see, mother doesn't like him."
"So I gathered."
"She has forbidden him the house."
"Yes."
"I suppose it's because he has no money."
Hamilton Beamish was on the point of mentioning that George had an almost indecent amount of money, but he checked himself. Who was he that he should destroy a young girl's dreams? It was as a romantic and penniless artist that George Finch had won this girl's heart. It would be cruel to reveal the fact that he was rich and the worst artist in New York.
"Your stepmother," he agreed, "is apt to see eye to eye with Bradstreet in her estimation of her fellows."