“It is only lately that my circumstances required me to support myself. I should not be able to buy such a dress out of my present earnings.”
“I am glad to hear you say that, for I do not propose to give a large salary.”
“I do not expect one,” said Florence, quietly. “You consider yourself competent to instruct in music, French and the English branches?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Do you speak French?”
“Yes, madam.”
“Would you favor me with a specimen of your piano playing?”
There was a piano in the back parlor. Florence removed her gloves, and taking a seat before it, dashed into a spirited selection from Strauss.
Mrs. Leighton listened with surprised approval.
“Certainly you are a fine performer,” she said. “What—if I should engage you—would you expect in the way of compensation?”