it sometimes when she gets on her high horse and starts riding roughshod over all the social conventions. I tell her it's her bourgeois blood coming out in her. He was an awful Radical. It always stops her."
He lit a cigar and pushed back his chair. Anthony did not smoke.
"And now to come to business," he said. "What are you going to do when you leave school?"
"I thought of trying to get into an office," answered Anthony.
"Any particular sort of an office?" demanded Mr. Mowbray.
"Yes, sir," answered Anthony. "Yours, if you'll have me."
Mr. Mowbray was regarding him through half-closed eyes.
"You want to be a business-man? You feel that's your métier? So Betty tells me."
Anthony flushed. "I hope she didn't tell you all I said," he laughed. "It was the night I came in to say good-bye to Edward. I got excited and talked without thinking. But I do think it's my best chance," he continued. "I like business. It seems to me like a fine game of skill that calls for all your wits, and there is enough danger in it to make it absorbing."
