"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,
under care of the guard, and is to be met by the same carriage."
I forthwith expressed that the proper as well as the pleasant and
friendly thing would be therefore that on the arrival of the public
conveyance I should be in waiting for him with his little sister;
an idea in which Mrs. Grose concurred so heartily that I somehow
took her manner as a kind of comforting pledge--never falsified,
thank heaven!--that we should on every question be quite at one.
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