I dare say it will come in useful one of these days," said the duke.
On their walk that morning he told Pollyooly that Miss Belthorp had said that she was a marvel at languages; and Pollyooly was very pleased to hear it.

She told the duke her reason for working so hard at her French.
He frowned for the next hundred yards, or so; then he said irritably: "I can't see why on earth you want to go in for this dancing and all this stage business at all." "Oh, but if you can dance--really dance, they pay you ever so well," cried Pollyooly.
"I tell you what it is: you're a jolly sight too keen on money--for a child of your age--it's--it's mercenary--yes: mercenary," said the duke severely.
Pollyooly flushed, and looked at him with her eyes bright either with tears, or a sparkle of anger.
"But I _have_ to get money," she said with some heat.

"When Mr.
Ruffin's creditors hale him away to the deepest dungeon in Holloway (he's said they will lots of times) you don't suppose I'm going to let the Lump go to the workhouse! And where should I get another place like Mr.Ruffin's?
I should only have Mr.Gedge-Tomkins." "Oh, well--of course--if it's like that," said the duke in a tone of awkward apology.
Pollyooly said nothing for a while; she walked on with knitted brow.
Then she said: "And anyhow when the Lump gets bigger, I shall want a lot of money.
There'll be his clothes, and his schooling.

I don't want him to go to a board school--not in London.

Such children go there--Aunt Hannah said so, and so does Mrs.Brown.