So, with almost unnecessary pomp, I raised my hat to my parent, and put my hand in her arm.
“You’re going up to Miss Bousfield’s,” said she; “I thought I should meet you. What a hurry you were in!”
“Yes; I’m sorry I knocked against you, mother.”
“I’m glad you did. I’m longing to hear how you got on to-day.”
“Oh, pretty well.”
“Was it very hard work?”
“Not particularly.”
“You’ll soon be quite a man of business.”
It occurred to me that if my business career was to be based on no better experience than that I had hitherto had in my guardian’s office, I should not rank as a merchant prince in a hurry.
“Would you like me to go with you to Miss Bousfield’s?”