You are going out to-night, Arnold." He nodded.
"A man whom I met the other night has asked me to dine with him," he announced.
"A man! You are not going to see her, then ?" He laughed gayly and placed his hand upon the fingers which had drawn him towards her.
"Silly girl!" he declared.

"No, I am going to dine alone with her brother, the Count Sabatini.

You see, I am private secretary now to a merchant prince, no longer a clerk in a wholesale provision merchant's office.

We climb, my dear Ruth.

Soon I am going to ask for a holiday, and then we'll make Isaac leave his beastly lecturing and scurrilous articles, and come away with us somewhere for a day or two.