"I don't know, if I'm being honest," Elon replied with a mellow tone. "I do know that I wouldn't want to work. Not for the hospital, or the Ministry, or anywhere. That seems so terribly stifling. And I think it would be unfair to take up a position from the hands of someone who actually needs it." He added the last part because he was aware she was poor and he hoped he'd gain points in her favour.
"I suppose I will be a gentleman of leisure. Maybe write a book. I don't know, to be honest. And what about you, Miss Dawson?" She wasn't that bad looking and she was educated. She could maybe marry above her station! An accountant, maybe. That was a nice, middle-class job!
"I suppose I will be a gentleman of leisure. Maybe write a book. I don't know, to be honest. And what about you, Miss Dawson?" She wasn't that bad looking and she was educated. She could maybe marry above her station! An accountant, maybe. That was a nice, middle-class job!
