"What does he do for a living?" she asked of Isabel the evening of her arrival. "Does he go round all day with his hands in his pockets?"
"He does nothing," smiled Isabel; "he＇s a gentleman of large leisure."
"Well, I call that a shame—when I have to work like a car-conductor," Miss Stackpole replied. "I should like to show him up."
"He＇s in wretched health; he＇s quite un昀t for work," Isabel urged.