"Neither have I," Catherine confessed, with more humility. "They say they are generally brilliant," she added, vaguely.
"Well, the people of this city are clever enough for me. I know some of them that think they are too clever for me; but they ain't!"
"I suppose you can't be too clever," said Catherine, still with humility.
"I don't know. I know some people that call my cousin too clever."
Catherine listened to this statement with extreme interest, and a feeling that if Morris Townsend had a fault it would naturally be that one. But she did not commit herself, and in a moment she asked:—"Now that he has come back, will he stay here always?"
"Ah," said Arthur, "if he can get something to do."
"Something to do?"
"Some place or other; some business."
"Hasn't he got any?" said Catherine, who had never heard of a young man—of the upper class—in this situation.
"No; he's looking round. But he can't find anything."
