"You like it?"
HE: "I would like to see the house. I hear there are beautiful things in it."
MARGOT: "I think the drawing-rooms are all shut up."
HE: "How do you know? Surely you could manage to get hold of a servant or some one who would take me round. Do you know any of them?"
I asked him if he meant the family or the servants.
"The family," he said.
MARGOT: "I know them very well, but I don't know you."
"I am an artist," said the stranger; "my name is Peter Graham. Who are you?"
"I am an artist too!" I said. "My name is Margot Tennant. I suppose you thought I was the gardener's daughter, did you?"
He gave a circulating smile, finishing on my turban, and said: