"I am sure you are perfectly right."
Then they both laughed.
"G., you won't flirt with the girl, will you, and turn her head?"
"The sad part of the affair is that it is the girl who is more likely to turn my head. Her own is far too well screwed on."
"Upon my word, I believe you! Well, then, innocent of thirty-five, don't be beguiled into idiocy by this competent séductrice of twenty-two!—If you were forty-five there would be no hope for you, but a glimmer of sanity may remain in the thirties!"
"She is attractive, Seraphim—and will love to see the pictures. She says she wants to learn about art and literature—and kindred things."
"And you have offered to teach her?"
Mr. Strobridge put on a modest air, while his humorous grey eyes met his aunt's merrily.
"I have applied for the post of tutor—with no salary attached."
"She won't put up with inefficiency; you will have to keep your wits at high-water mark, then."