"You can't do better."
The next day Rose rang the bell at the door of a fine brown-stone house on West Forty-second street.
"Is Mrs. Tilton at home?" she asked.
"Yes, miss. Who shall I say wishes to see her?"
"The music-teacher."
Rose was shown into the drawing-room, and presently Mrs. Tilton entered. She was a tall, blonde lady of fashionable appearance, thoroughly worldly, and influenced by externals to a large extent.
"I believe Miss Wilmot has written you in reference to the subject of my call," said Rose.
"Yes, Miss Beaufort. You are a music-teacher?"
Rose bowed.