"Well, you see, he—he says I must be educated. I had to promise him to go in for Latin and all that rot. It's—a bore, but he says a musician must be educated——"
She started. And he himself, was he educated? Did he know the ordinary things known, colloquially speaking, by everybody? She did not know. It had never occurred to her before.
"Yes, dear, but—what is that paper?"
Tommy blushed.
"Well, he's so keen on it, you know, I thought I'd advertise for a—a tutor."
"Advertise for a tutor!"
"Yes. There is no good in wasting time, is there? And she would potter about asking people their advice, etc., so I—I have just drawn up this. You won't tell?"
She shook her head with much gravity and then read what he had written:
"Wanted, by the Earl of Kingsmead, a tutor. Oxford man preferred. Must be fond of sport, particularly ratting and cricket."
"Do you think it's all right?" he asked, as he read it.