"Of course, I don't for a moment doubt of your ability; but don't you find it rather a bore?"
"I don't practise much. I am rather ashamed to say that."
"Ah, well, of course, in your country it 's different. I dare say you 've got a door-plate, eh?"
"Oh yes, and a tin sign tied to the balcony!" said Jackson Lemon, smiling.
"What did your father say to it?"
"To my going into medicine? He said he would be hanged if he 'd take any of my doses. He did n't think I should succeed; he wanted me to go into the house."
"Into the House—a—" said Lord Canterville, hesitating a little. "Into your Congress—yes, exactly."
"Ah, no, not so bad as that. Into the store," Jackson Lemon replied, in the candid tone in which he expressed himself when, for reasons of his own, he wished to be perfectly national. Lord Canterville stared, not venturing, even for the moment, to hazard an interpretation; and before a solution had presented itself, Lady Canterville came into the room.
"My dear, I thought we had better see you. Do you know he wants to marry our second girl?" It was in these simple terms that her husband acquainted her with the question.
Lady Canterville expressed neither surprise nor elation; she simply stood there, smiling, with her
