"Is there any other but the Jew? I have not heard of another reforming saint."
"No, he is a sinner," said Eleanor, laughing; and she went on to give an account of my episode with Pushkin, which she had learned from John Marvel, who, I may say, had done me more than justice in his relation of the matter.
"So the count thought a team had run over him, did he?"
"Yes, that's what Mr. Marvel said."
She related a brief conversation which had taken place between her and Pushkin and Mrs. Argand, after I left, in which Pushkin had undertaken to express his opinion of me, and she had given him to understand that she knew the true facts in the matter of our collision. All of which I learned much later.
"Well, I must say," said Mr. Leigh, "your new friend appears to have 'his nerve with him,' as you say."
"Dad, I never use slang," said Miss Eleanor, severely. "I am glad you have promised to give poor McNeil a place, for, if you had not, I should have had to take him into the house."
Mr. Leigh laughed.
"I am glad, too, if that is the case. The last one you took in was a reformed drunkard, you said, and you know what happened to him and also to my wine."
"Yes, but this one is all right."