He was at once placed in the same category by the workmen.
Robert Lloyd did not concern himself in the least as to what the employes in his uncle's factory thought of him.

Nothing was more completely out of his mind.

He was conscious of standing on a firm base of philanthropic principle, and if ever these men came directly under his control, he was resolved to do his duty by them so far as in him lay.
Ellen, since her graduation, had been like an animal which circles about in its endeavors to find its best and natural place of settlement.
"What shall I do next ?" she had said to her mother.

"Shall I go to work, or shall I try to find a school somewhere in the fall, or shall I stay here, and help you with some work I can do at home?
I know father cannot afford to support me always at home." "I guess he can afford to support his only daughter at home a little while after she has just got out of school," Fanny had returned indignantly, with a keen pain at her heart.
Fanny mentioned this conversation to Andrew that night after Ellen had gone to bed.
"What do you think--Ellen was asking me this afternoon what she had better do!" said she.
"What she had better do ?" repeated Andrew, vaguely.

He looked shrinkingly at Fanny, who seemed to him to have an accusing air, as if in some way he were to blame for something.