"Yes, ma'am, but it's out; this work is a good deal called for," presenting a volume open at the title page.
Kate glanced at it, 'Zarifa, a Tale of the Passions.'
"No, thank you," said Miss Vernon.
"Just got this in, ma'am; 'Trials and Trifles, by one who has experienced both.'"
"Let me look at it, if you please. Ah, this is rather too sentimental. Have you the 'Knight of Gwynne'?"
"Yes'm."
"Then I will take it; and pray send the 'Times' every morning, to No. — Victoria Gardens, for Colonel Vernon, if you please."
A rather stout gentleman, with longish fair hair, and an umbrella under his arm, who had entered the shop a few minutes before, and stood with two letters in his hand, waiting until the shopwoman was at leisure to attend to him, and in a position that commanded an excellent view of Kate's profile; started at these words.
"Vernon,!" said he, in good English, but with a foreign accent. "Do I speak to my gentle pupil? Ah, you remember."