"We must have a farewell dinner," he said. "How would to-morrow suit
you--or Sunday?"
"I should like to walk over on Sunday, if I might," Brooks answered,
promptly.
"We shall expect you to lunch. Good-night."
The carriage drove off. Brooks walked thoughtfully through the silent
streets to his rooms.
CHAPTER XVI
UNCLE AND NIECE
Mr. Bullsom was an early riser, and it chanced that, as was frequently
the case, on the morning following Brooks' visit he and Mary sat down
to breakfast together. But when, after a cursory glance through his
letters, he unfolded the paper, she stopped him.
"Uncle," she said, "I want to talk to you for a few minutes, if I may."
"Go ahead," he answered. "No fear of our being interrupted. I shall
speak to those girls seriously about getting up. Now, what is it?
"I want to earn my own living, uncle," she said, quietly.
He looked over his spectacles at her.
"Eh?"
"I want to earn my own living," she repeated. "I have been looking
about for a means of doing so, and I think that I have succeeded."
Mr. Bullsom took off his spectacles and wiped them carefully.
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