"Very well, then, David, I wish you would have
nothing to do with that crazy and mischievous principle yourself. I
wish you would let this ridiculous Barker of yours alone from this
time forth. He has found a good place, where he is of use, and where
he is doing very well. Now I think your responsibility is fairly
ended. I hope you won't meddle with his love affairs, if he has any;
for if you do, you will probably have your hands full. He is very
good looking, and all sorts of silly little geese will be falling in
love with him."
"Well, so far his love troubles are purely conjectural," said Sewell
with a laugh. "I'm bound to say that Barker himself didn't say a
word to justify the conjecture that he was either in love or wished
to be out of it. However, I've given him some wholesome advice which
he'll be all the better for taking, merely as a prophylactic, if
nothing else."
"I am tired of him," sighed Mrs. Sewell. "Is he going to keep
perpetually turning up, in this way? I hope you were not very
pressing with him in your invitations to him to call again?"
Sewell smiled. "You were not, my dear."
"You let him take too much of your time. I was so provoked, when I
heard you going on with him, that I came down to put an end to it."
"Well, you succeeded," said Sewell easily. "Don't you think he's
greatly improved in the short time he's been in the city?"
"He's very well dressed.
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