“She's up against it, as a matter of fact,” he finished. “It ought to be easy enough for her to find something, but it isn't.”
“I hardly saw her that day in the coffee-house; but she's rather handsome, isn't she?”
“That's one of the difficulties. Yes.”
Stewart smoked and reflected. “No friends here at all?”
“None. There were three girls at first. Two have gone home.”
“Could she teach violin?”
“I should think so.”
“Aren't there any kids in the American colony who want lessons? There's usually some sort of infant prodigy ready to play at any entertainments of the Doctors' Club.”
“They don't want an American teacher, I fancy; but I suppose I could put a card up in the club rooms. Damn it all!” cried Peter with a burst of honest resentment, “why do I have to be poor?”
“If you were rolling in gold you could hardly offer her money, could you?”