"I am afraid the economic situation is not quite analogous," he said, stiffly and absently, when the moment had passed.
"Why does your brother always call me 'Mr' Finlay ?" he demanded presently.

"It isn't friendly." The note of irritation in his voice puzzled her.

"I think the form is commoner with us," she said, "even among men who know each other fairly well." Her secret glance flashed over the gulf that nevertheless divided Finlay and her brother, that would always divide them.

She saw it with something like pain, which struggled through her pride in both.

"And then, you know--your calling--" "I suppose it is that," he replied, ill content.
"I've noticed Dr Drummond's way," she told him, with rising spirits.
"It's delightful.