'I don't know; not necessarily,' said young Dallas. 'The classics are rather cool—and Numismatics refreshing and composing.'
'Numismatics! You are not teaching that child Numismatics, I suppose?'
'She is teaching me.'
Mrs. Dallas was silent now, with a dissatisfied expression. Her husband repeated his former remark.
'She's a handsome little maid. Are you teaching her, Pitt?'
'A little, sir.'
'What, pray? if I may ask.'
'Teaching her to support existence. It about comes to that.'
'I do not understand you, I confess. You are oracular.'
'I did not understand her, until lately. It is what nobody else does, by the way.'