"Never mind your hair now," she said. "I want to speak to you. Come in here for a few minutes."
As there was no way of escape left to him, he followed his aunt into the breakfast-parlour.
"Burgo," she said, when she had seated herself, and had made him sit in a chair opposite to her, "I don't think you will ever do any good."
"I don't much think I shall, aunt."
"What do you mean, then, to do with yourself?"
"Oh,--I don't know. I haven't thought much about it."

"Never mind your hair now," she said. "I want to speak to you. Come in here for a few minutes."
As there was no way of escape, he followed his aunt into the breakfast-parlour.
"Burgo," she said, "I don't think you will ever do any good."
"I don't think I shall, aunt."
"What do you mean, then, to do with yourself?"
"Oh, I don't know. I haven't thought much about it."
