“Do you make anything beside your government salary?” persisted Louise’s parent.
“Well, yes, I think we shall have sufficient. And then, you see, our mutual affection—”
“Yes, exactly; but let’s have a few figures.”
“Oh,” said the enthusiastic suitor, “I can get enough by doing extra work!”
“What sort of work? And how much?”
“I can give lessons in French, and also translate. And then I can get some proofreading.”
“How much translation?” queried the elder, pencil in hand.
“I can’t say exactly, but at present I am translating a French book at the rate of ten kroner per folio.”
“How many folios are there altogether?”
“About a couple of dozen, I should say.”