“The fact is,” I answered, “I—I—to tell you the truth, I don’t know.”
“Isn’t this a beautiful evening?”
“Beautiful indeed.”
“Would you care to go back to Longueville?” she inquired, rather slyly, I thought.
I looked her full in the face, and she laughed.
“I don’t think you would.”
“No, indeed. I am perfectly satisfied to remain where I am.”
“Thomas says you are getting on bravely at the bank. I know he is very anxious that you should learn: for he has some scheme for you, which he won’t tell me. You see, wives don’t always know their husbands’ affairs.”
“I know he has some scheme, and I am sure it is a generous one. I am getting on—thanks to Mr. Curling, I know a good deal now, though, when I first began, I thought I should never be able to learn the work.”
“What do you think of this Mr. Curling? Do you like him?”