Blanche held out her small hand, with an air of naïve and innocent frankness, and Guly took the rosy finger tips, as he bent across the counter, and pressed them to his lips.
It was an act totally unexpected by Blanche, but it was done with such a noble grace by the boy, and with an air of such delicate refinement, while a glow of boyish bashfulness swept over his fine face, that the most fastidious could not have found in it just cause for resentment, much less the guileless and innocent child-woman before him.
As Guly released her hand she looked at him more attentively than she had done before, and said, sweetly, in pure unaccented English—
"I hope we may be very good friends, Guly."
"Amen," said the boy, with a smile.
"And you will sell my work to your choice customers, won't you?"
"Invariably."
"Adieu."
"Adieu, Miss."