Burton always speaks of her as the "young lady"—he never makes a mistake about class.
Suzette for him is "Mam'zell"—and he speaks of her as a mother might about her boy's noisy, tiresome rackety school friends—necessary evils to be put up with for the boy's sake—The fluffies he announces always by their full titles—"Madame la Comtesse"—etc., etc., with a face of stone. Nina and the one or two other Englishwomen he is politely respectful to, but to Miss Sharp he is absolutely reverential—she might be a Queen!
"I expect the poor little fellow got wet through yesterday," I hazarded—.
"He's that delicate," Burton remarked.
So Burton knows something more about the family than I do after all—!
"How did you know he was delicate, Burton, or even that Miss Sharp had a brother?"
"I don't exactly know, Sir Nicholas—it's come out from one time to another—the young lady don't talk."
"How did you guess, then?"
"I've seen her anxious when I've brought in her tray—sometimes, and once I ventured to say to her—'I beg pardon Miss, but can I do anything for you,' and she took off her glasses sudden like—and thanked me, and said it was her little brother she was worrying about—and you may believe me or not as you like, Sir Nicholas, but her eyes were full of tears."
I wonder if Burton guessed the deep emotion he was causing me—My little darling! with her beautiful blue eyes full of tears, and I impotent to comfort or help her—!