That reminds me, what _do_ you think Miss Batchelor says about you?
She told mother that it was a pity you hadn't any profession--every man ought to have a profession--keep you out of mischief.

I wasn't going to have her talking like that about _my_ husband--the impudent thing!--so I just stopped her yesterday in Moxon's shop and told her you had a profession.

I led up to it so neatly, you can't think.

I said you were going to be a barrister or a judge or something." "A judge?
That's rather a large order.

But you know you mustn't tell stories, you little minx.