"No, I suppose not," answered Rose, smiling.
"Do you give lessons on the piano?"
"Yes, it is my only instrument."
"I have for a long time thought of taking lessons on the piano," said Randall, who had never thought of it before, "if I could only find a teacher who would not be too strict. Do you—take gentlemen?"
"I am afraid I could not venture upon a pupil of your age, Mr. Randall," said Rose, amused. "Suppose you proved refractory?"
"But I never would."
"I am afraid my time is fully occupied. I will promise, however, to take you, if I agree to take any gentlemen."
"Thank you. I shall not forget your promise."
Clinton Randall, though he had been walking in a different direction, turned and accompanied Rose, both chatting easily and familiarly. It never occurred to Rose that she might meet any one who would comment upon her and her escort. But at the corner of Eighteenth street and Broadway she met a tall young lady, who made her the slightest possible nod, while she fixed eyes of scorn and displeasure upon the two. Clinton Randall raised his hat, and they parted.
"You know Miss Jayne, then, Miss Beaufort," said Randall.