“They are both young, and you will find in Miss Stuart a young lady of great sweetness and promise.”
“Glad to hear it, my dear madam. Her father is a very dry Scot, very quaint and parsimonious, but a good fellow at heart.”
“Most punctual in his payments,” said Miss Twettenham, with dignity.
“Oh, of course, of course!” said Dr Bolter. “More so, I’ll be bound, than Perowne.”
“Mr Perowne is not so observant of dates as Mr Stuart, I must own, Dr Bolter,” said Miss Twettenham.
“No, my dear madam; but he is as rich as a Jew. Very good fellow, Perowne?”
Miss Twettenham bowed rather stiffly.
“Well, my dear madam, I am not going to rob you of your pupils for several weeks yet, but I should like to make their acquaintance and get them a little used to me before we start on our long voyage.”
“They are in the garden, Dr Bolter,” said Miss Twettenham, rising. “I will have them sent for—or would you—”
“Like to join them in the garden? Most happy!”