“Oh, I don’t know that. It is commonplace after all.”
“No, I’ll not say that. O no!”
“Well, whatever it has been, it is now over; and the market calls you to be gone.”
“Yes, yes. Market—business! I wish there were no business in the warrld.”
Lucetta almost laughed—she would quite have laughed—but that there was a little emotion going in her at the time. “How you change!” she said. “You should not change like this.
“I have never wished such things before,” said the Scotchman, with a simple, shamed, apologetic look for his weakness. “It is only since coming here and seeing you!”
“If that’s the case, you had better not look at me any longer. Dear me, I feel I have quite demoralized you!”
“But look or look not, I will see you in my thoughts. Well, I’ll go—thank you for the pleasure of this visit.”
“Thank you for staying.”
“Maybe I’ll get into my market-mind when I’ve been out a few minutes,” he murmured. “But I don’t know—I don’t know!”