being so competent a mistress of ts, I s, you knole trouble. Miss Lilly could take lessons from me, sir. Mig teacernoons? I tle experience in taug Paris, to ters of a Comte.

    My uncle scre ? Do you mean to assist us, Maud, in the albums?

    I mean dras own sake, sir, says Ricly, before I can reply.

    For its o me. Maud, w do you

    say?

    Im afraid I have no skill.

    No skill? ell, t may be true. Certainly your  ends to slope, even noell me, Rivers: sruction in drawing he firmness of my nieces hand?

    I s  definitely.

    t Mr Rivers teac care, anyo imagine you idle. hmm?

    Yes, sir, I say.

    Ric guards a cats eye as it slumbers. My uncle bending to e, s my look: timacy of his expression makes me shudder.

    Dont misunderstand me. Dont ts true I s—fear of its success, as s failure. But I tremble, too, at ts me quivering, as ting string  unsuspected sympaten minutes  first nig. If I never kne villainy before—or if, kno, I never named it—I kno, name it, now.

    I kno, and. S gallantry. It is gallantry!—try of rogues. Sc out paper, leads and paints. Sake  my side, guide my fingers in to rise—but his can

    fall, insinuate, and yet, like a musical note, stay clear; and , point by point across il t. Very good, er h an able girl. Very good. You learn quickly

    raig back  Agnes and find ter ao your mistresss gifts as an artist? O o judge.

    take up a pencil, go closer to ter.  you try?

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