Of course I can do nothing at all but look on sympathetically, and, if you try for the place and succeed, promise you at least one hearty welcome." "It seems pretty clear it won't be child's play," said Railsford, folding up the letter.
"It would not suit you if it was," replied his adviser.
This brave speech went far to make up Railsford's mind.
In the house at Westbourne Park, particularly, the career opening before our hero was hailed with eager enthusiasm.

"Dear Arthur" was in Moss's house, and at Christmas he would get his remove to the Shell.

In both capacities he would have the protecting interest of his prospective brother-in-law, spread like an aegis over his innocent head.

"It really seems almost a providential arrangement," said Mrs Herapath.
"I am sure it will be a great thing for Arthur," said Daisy.
"It makes one believe there's some truth in the saying that every man has his niche waiting for him somewhere in life," moralised Mr Herapath.
That evening a letter came from Arthur to Daisy.

The boy, of course, knew nothing of Railsford's candidature.
"Such a flare-up!" wrote the youth.