After a year's
training and probation in Berlin he thought he could get me a post in
his brother-in-law's place in the City. Awfully warm thing, you know,"
said Bobbie, complacently; "worth a little trouble. So I told him,
kindly, I'd think of it. Ecco!" He pointed to the letter. "Of course, I
told my uncle I should permit him to continue my allowance, and in a
year I shall be a merchant prince--in the egg; I shall be worth
marrying; and I shall allow Ettie two hundred a year for her clothes."
"And Lady Niton?"
Bobbie sat down abruptly; the girl stared at the carpet.
"I don't see the point of your remark," said Bobbie at last, with
mildness. "When last I had the honor of hearing of her, Lady Niton was
taking the air--or the waters--at Strathpeffer."
"As far as I know," remarked Sir James, "she is staying with the
Feltons, five miles off, at this moment."
Bobbie whistled. "Close quarters!" He looked at Miss Ettie Wilson, and
she at him. "May I ask whether, as soon as Ettie and I invited ourselves
for the day, you asked Lady Niton to come to tea?"
"Not at all. I never play Providence unless I'm told to do so. Only Miss
Mallory is coming to tea.
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