"Elizabeth likes him much the best," said Miss Cadwallader.
"I don't," said Mr. Haye.
"Neither do I!"
"I do," said Elizabeth. "I think he is worth at least ten of his brother."
"She likes him so well, that if you don't help him, dear Mr.
Haye, there is every likelihood that somebody else will."
"I certainly would," said Elizabeth, "if there was any way that I could. But there is not."
"I don't know that he wants help," said Mr. Haye.
"Why, he must, father! — he can't live upon nothing; how much means do you suppose he has?"
"I met him at the chop-house the other day," said Mr. Haye; — "he was eating a very good slice of roast beef. I dare say he paid for it."
"But he is struggling to make his way up into his profession," said Elizabeth. "He must be."