“Do you by any chance mean that a University man, a gentleman, takes a position in a grocer's shop to sell butter and cheese?”
“I mean just that,” said Martin firmly.
“Oh, please!” said “Lily” with a violent shudder. “It is too awful!”
“There you are! You wouldn't demean yourself.”
“Not I!” said “Lily” fervently.
“Or disgrace your friends. You want a gentleman's job. There are not enough to go round in Canada.”
“Oh, go on,” said Miss Brodie impatiently. “'Lily,' we must ask you to not interrupt. What happens? Does he stay there?”
“Not he!” said Martin. “From the small business he goes to bigger business. First thing you know a man wants him for a big job and off he goes. Meantime he saves his money, invests wisely. Soon he is his own boss.”
“That's fine!” cried Miss Brodie. “Go on, Mr. Martin. Start him lower down.”
“All right,” said Martin, directing his attention solely to the young lady. “Here's an actual case. A young fellow from Scotland found himself strapped—”