“Yes, madam.”
“You will then see your pupil. At present she is out.”
Florence bowed and withdrew.
She had been afraid Mrs. Leighton would inquire where she lived, and she would hardly dare to name the humble street which she called home.
She walked toward Fifth Avenue, when, just as she was turning the corner, she met Mr. Percy de Brabazon, swinging a slender cane, and dressed in the extreme of the fashion.
“Miss Linden!” he exclaimed, eagerly. “This is—aw—indeed a pleasure. Where are you walking this fine morning? May I—aw—have the pleasure of accompanying you?”
Florence stopped short in deep embarrassment.
Chapter XII.
A Friend, Though A Dude.
Percy de Brabazon looked sincerely glad to meet Florence, and she herself felt some pleasure in meeting one who reminded her of her former life.
But it was quite impossible that she should allow him to accompany her to her poor home on the East Side.