"Why not to-night?" "Mr Napper, my 'boy,' will be waiting for me
outside."

"Bring him in and introduce me."

"He'd never forgive me if I did. He's all brains, dear, and would
never overlook it, if I insisted on his entering a dancing academy."

"What is he?"

"He's a lawyer. But his cleverness is altogether outside of that."

"A barrister?"

"Scarcely."

"A solicitor?"

"Not yet. He works for one."

After the pupils had gone, Mavis, pressed by Mr Poulter, stayed to a
supper that consisted of bread, cheese, and cocoa.

When this was over, Mr Poulter said:

"I don't know of what religious persuasion you may be, but would you
be offended if I asked you to stay for family prayers?"

"I like you for asking me," declared Mavis.