But I didn't see how to refuse.' Nancy wore a look of grave reflection, and kept silence.
'It isn't a bad thing, you know,' pursued her brother, 'to have a friend of that sort.

There's no knowing what use she might be, especially just now.' His tone caused Nancy to look up.
'Why just now ?' 'I'll tell you after I've had a talk with father to-night,' Horace replied, setting his countenance to a show of energetic resolve.
'Shall I guess what you're going to talk about ?' 'If you like.' She gazed at him.
'You're surely not so silly as to tell father about all that nonsense ?' 'What nonsense ?' exclaimed the other indignantly.
'Why, with Fanny French.' 'You'll find that it's anything but nonsense,' Horace replied, raising his brows, and gazing straight before him, with expanded nostrils.
'All right.

Let me know the result.

It's time to go in.' Horace sat alone for a minute or two, his legs at full length, his feet crossed, and the upper part of his body bent forward.

He smiled to himself, a smile of singular fatuity, and began to hum a popular tune..