"What do you think?
Samuel wants to propose me for his club, which seems to be a very select affair." "All I know is," said Reginald, "nothing will induce me to go into their house.

It may be rude, but I'm certain I'd be still more rude if I did go." "Well," said Horace, "I vote we take a walk, as it's a fine evening.

I feel a trifle warm after it all.

What do you say ?" They said Yes, and in the empty streets that evening the mother and her two sons walked happy in one another's company, and trying each in his or her own way to gain courage for the days of trial that were to follow.
The brothers had a short consultation that night as they went to bed, _not_ on the subject of their next door neighbours.
"Horrors," said Reg, "what's to be done about the _Rocket_?
I can't stop there." "It's awful," said Horace; "but what else can we do?
If we cut it, there's mother left a beggar." "Couldn't we get into something else ?" "What?
Who'd take us?
There are thousands of fellows wanting work as it is." "But surely we're better than most of them.

We're gentlemen and well educated." "So much the worse, it seems," said Horace.