pass between us only as prodigious and gratified looks,
obscure and roundabout allusions.

"And the little boy--does he look like her? Is he too so very remarkable?"

One wouldn't flatter a child. "Oh, miss, MOST remarkable.
If you think well of this one!"--and she stood there with a plate
in her hand, beaming at our companion, who looked from one of us
to the other with placid heavenly eyes that contained nothing
to check us.

"Yes; if I do--?"

"You WILL be carried away by the little gentleman!"

"Well, that, I think, is what I came for--to be carried away.
I'm afraid, however," I remember feeling the impulse to add,
"I'm rather easily carried away. I was carried away in London!"

I can still see Mrs. Grose's broad face as she took this in.
"In Harley Street?"

"In Harley Street."

"Well, miss, you're not the first--and you won't be the last."

"Oh, I've no pretension," I could laugh, "to being the only one.
My other pupil, at any rate, as I understand, comes back tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow--Friday, miss. He arrives, as you did, by the coach,