You have fish every day--mostly twice?"
"Yes, but I don't give charity to my butcher. The rascal is able to tip
_me_, if the truth were known."
"True, uncle, and you don't need to give anything to your fishmonger.
Why, you silly dear, you think you are a commercial genius, and yet the
fishmonger probably charges you ever so much per cent over and above
what the fishermen receive, because of the great expense of railway
carriage and distribution of the fish. I know that, because Mr.
Fullerton told me; so you see I've corrected you, even you, on a point
of finance."
How prettily this stern, composed young woman could put on artful airs
of youthfulness when she chose! How she had that firm, far-seeing old
man held in position, ready to be twirled round her rosy finger!
Which of us is not held in bondage by some creature of the kind? Unhappy
the man who misses that sweet and sacred slavery.
Mr. Cassall wrinkled his grim face not unpleasantly. "Go on; go on.
You're a lawyer, neither more nor less. By the way, who is this--this
what's-the-name--the Doctor, that you mentioned?"
"Oh! he is a very clever young man who has chosen to become a surgeon
instead of being a university professor. He's now out on the North Sea
in all this bad weather. He was so much struck with the need of a
hospital, that he made up his mind to risk a winter so that he may tell
people exactly what he has seen. He doesn't do things in a half-hearted
way.
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