"I
feel as if--as if perhaps I had one or two pretty important things in
my life to make up for. Well, I can't. I can't make them up to--to
whom I would. It's struck me that, as I couldn't, I might be a little
decent to somebody else, perhaps--if I could manage it! I never have
been particularly decent to poor old Aunt Fanny."
"Oh, I don't know: I shouldn't say that. A little youthful teasing--I
doubt if she's minded so much. She felt your father's death
terrifically, of course, but it seems to me she's had a fairly
comfortable life-up to now--if she was disposed to take it that way."
"But 'up to now' is the important thing," George said. "Now is now--
and you see I can't wait two years to be admitted to the bar and begin
to practice. I've got to start in at something else that pays from
the start, and that's what I've come to you about. I have an idea,
you see."
"Well, I'm glad of that!" said old Frank, smiling. "I can't think of
anything just at this minute that pays from the start."
"I only know of one thing, myself.
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