"Yes, but he 's a doctor," Mrs. Freer remarked.
"What have they got against that?" asked Sidney Feeder.
"Why, over here, you know, they only call them in to prescribe," said Dexter Freer; "the profession is n't—a—what you 'd call aristocratic."
"Well, I don't know it, and I don't know that I want to know it. How do you mean, aristocratic? What profession is? It would be rather a curious one. Many of the gentlemen at the congress there are quite charming."
"I like doctors very much," said Mrs. Freer; "my father was a doctor. But they don't marry the daughters of marquises."
"I don't believe Jackson wants to marry that one."
"Very possibly not—people are such asses," said Dexter Freer. "But he will have to decide. I wish you would find out, by the way; you can if you will."
"I will ask him—up at the congress; I can do that. I suppose he has got to marry some one." Sidney Feeder added, in a moment, "And she may be a nice girl."
"She is said to be charming."
"Very well, then; it won't hurt him. I must say, however, I am not sure I like all that about her family."
"What I told you? It 's all to their honor and glory."
"Are they quite on the square? It 's like those people in Thackeray."
