"Oh, thank you—thank you!" in a fervent tone of gratitude; "how good you are to listen to me so patiently!"
"My dear lady—" in a friendly tone of remonstrance. "But there is something else you want to say."
"Only this: if Cedric does not pass, what are we to do with him? You know he has utterly refused to enter the Church or to study for the law. He has no taste for engineering or architecture, and we should not care for him to be a business man."
"Need we consider the point at present?" returned Malcolm gently. "There is a limited number of professions, certainly. What do you say to a mastership in a public school? I fancy the life would suit Cedric; his love of boating would score there." Then Dinah brightened visibly.
"We never thought of that; even Elizabeth, who is so full of ideas, only suggested his going to an agricultural college to learn farming."
"Oh, that would never suit him," replied Malcolm in an off-hand manner. "He likes to have his bread ready buttered for him; cornfields and flour-mills are not in his line at all. Ah, here comes the search-party," and Malcolm looked a little curiously at the book in Elizabeth's hand.
"Oh, we have had such a hunt for it." Elizabeth looked quite hot and tired. "Cedric found it at last wedged between two boulders. I wonder he did not fall into the Pool while he was trying to get it out."
"Oh, Cedric, you ought to be more careful."
"Why on earth did you say that, Betty?" rather crossly. "Don't you see Die is wearing her grannie face?"
"But the Pool is so deep," in a terrified tone.