the name of a bachelor who had once taken me a cruise in his yacht, to make sketches for him.
“Ah! you DON’T know him,” she said, with a sigh of relief. “Are you a man of rank and title yourself?”
“Far from it. I am only a drawing-master.”
As the reply passed my lips—a little bitterly, perhaps—she took my arm with the abruptness which characterised all her actions.
“Not a man of rank and title,” she repeated to herself. “Thank God! I may trust HIM.”
the name of a bachelor who had once taken me a cruise in his yacht, to make sketches for him.
“Ah! you DON’T know him,” she said, with a sigh of relief. “Are you a man of rank and title yourself?”
“Far from it. I am only a drawing-master.”
As the reply passed my lips—a little bitterly, perhaps—she took my arm with the abruptness which characterised all her actions.
“Not a man of rank and title,” she repeated to herself. “Thank God! I may trust HIM.”
