“knows all the newest steps.”
“What a paragon!” I exclaimed.
“Ah! but he asks a very large salary,” she rejoined; “he is so much sought after. This is a less expensive one—
“‘A Brother, aged 27, something in the City; bad figure, but pleasant smile, and amusing to talk to; slightly provincial, but very highly educated; most respectable and steady; musical, and a good tennis player. Very few private engagements, and therefore available most days of the week. Charges strictly moderate.’”
“We have one man on the books who owns a dogcart,” resumed Miss Buller. “He is in the Guards, and preferred to earn a little money to being obliged to leave his regiment. I need hardly say that his charges are very high.”
“Here is an advertisement addressed to young ladies of a religious turn of mind:
“‘A young curate, who has a conscientious objection to bazaars, would be glad to augment his income (the money to be devoted to charitable objects) by obtaining employment as a Brother. He does not dance himself, but would give the sanction of his presence to such entertainments any day except Friday. He is fond of tennis and a good oar. He will give assistance to any lady district-visiting, or taking a Sunday-school class in his own parish. He prefers, as the object is a charitable one, leaving the question of salary to the sister’s own good feeling.’
