Again had Miss Henderson gained the door; her hand was already on the lock, when her Ladyship called out: “In the event of anything occurring to me likely to suit you, I ought to know what you can teach; and mind, don't bore me with a mere catalogue of hard names, but say what you really know.”
“Some modern languages, my Lady, with music.”
“No Greek or Latin?” said Lady Dorothea, half sneer-ingly.
“Latin, perhaps; but though I can read some Greek, I could not venture to teach it.”
“Nor Hebrew?”
“No, my Lady.”
“And the modern tongues,—which of them do you profess to know?”
“French, Italian, Spanish, and German.”
“And don't you draw?—they showed me what they called yours.”
“Yes, my Lady, but I cannot teach drawing.”