“He’s too sweet on you. If he doesn’t work, he has no business wanting to marry you. I’ll have to give him his walking papers.” Inasmuch as his prospective father-in-law was near to being a colossus, Joseph was led to reflect that perhaps it would be better for him to look for a job. He would hang about the corridors of the Parliament Buildings and, just as Flora’s sisters were returning from work, would come out with a bustling air and a newspaper under his arm.”