She turned to Mr. Weston.
What Mr. Weston wanted to say to her she could not guess; but he had hardly spoken twenty words before she was smiling at herself for not guessing. The examinations were to be held just before Christmas, and unless Louie could be ready for her Elementary by that time she would have a good many months to wait before she could enter for the examination again. What Mr. Weston had to propose was, in a word, that he should coach her privately.
She knew what that meant. It meant that he would come to Sutherland Place on Sundays and talk about Richenda.
Well, even talk about Richenda would make shorter that dies non.
"It really would be a great furtherance of your aims, Miss Causton," Weston said wistfully.
Louie smiled at the periphrasis, and then considered.
"It might be the best thing to do," she said; "but of course I should accept it only on one condition."
"May I venture to inquire what that condition is?" Weston inquired deferentially.
"That you let me pay you for it," said Louie promptly.
But Weston put up a peremptory hand. "Oh no—no, no, no—I should be ashamed after all your kindnesses——"