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"Well, she do dress fine for a governess," said Nancy to herself.
"It's likely she'll put on airs."
The fact was that Florence was dressed according to her past social position--in a costly street attire--but it had never occurred to her that she was too well dressed for a governess.
She took her seat in the drawing-room, and five minutes later there was a rustling heard, and Mrs. Leighton walked into the room.
"Are you the applicant for the position of governess?" she asked, surveying the elegantly attired young lady seated on the sofa.
"Yes, Mrs. Leighton," answered Florence, easily, for she felt more at home in a house like this than in the tenement.
"Have you taught before?"
"Very little," answered Florence, smiling to herself, as she wondered what Mrs. Leighton would say if she could see Dodger, the only pupil she ever had. "However, I like teaching, and I like children."
"Pardon me, but you don't look like a governess, Miss----"
"Linden," suggested Florence, filling out the sentence. "Do governesses have a peculiar look?"
"I mean as to dress. You are more expensively dressed than the average governess can afford."
"It is only lately that my circ.u.mstances required me to support myself. I should not be able to buy such a dress out of my present earnings."
"I am glad to hear you say that, for I do not propose to give a large salary."
"I do not expect one," said Florence, quietly. "You consider yourself competent to instruct in music, French and the English branches?"
"Oh, yes."
"Do you speak French?"
"Yes, madam."
"Would you favor me with a specimen of your piano playing?"
There was a piano in the back parlor. Florence removed her gloves, and taking a seat before it, dashed into a spirited selection from Strauss.
Mrs. Leighton listened with surprised approval.
"Certainly you are a fine performer," she said. "What--if I should engage you--would you expect in the way of compensation?"
"How much time would you expect me to give?"
"Three hours daily--from nine to twelve."
"I hardly know what to say. What did you expect to pay?"
"About fifty cents an hour."
Florence knew very well, from the sums that had been paid for her own education, that this was miserably small pay; but it was much more than she could earn by sewing.
"I will teach a month on those terms," she said, after a pause.
Mrs. Leighton looked well pleased. She knew that she was making a great bargain.
"Oh, by the way," she said, "can you give references?"
"I can refer you to Madam Morrison," naming the head of a celebrated female seminary. "She educated me."
"That will be quite satisfactory," said Mrs. Leighton, graciously.
"Can you begin to-morrow?"
"Yes, madam."
"You will then see your pupil. At present she is out."
Florence bowed and withdrew.
She had been afraid Mrs. Leighton would inquire where she lived, and she would hardly dare to name the humble street which she called home.
She walked toward Fifth Avenue, when, just as she was turning the corner, she met Mr. Percy de Brabazon, swinging a slender cane, and dressed in the extreme of the fashion.
"Miss Linden!" he exclaimed, eagerly. "This is--aw--indeed a pleasure.
Where are you walking this fine morning? May I--aw--have the pleasure of accompanying you?"
Florence stopped short in deep embarra.s.sment.
Chapter XII.
A Friend, Though A Dude.
Percy de Brabazon looked sincerely glad to meet Florence, and she herself felt some pleasure in meeting one who reminded her of her former life.
But it was quite impossible that she should allow him to accompany her to her poor home on the East Side.
"Thank you, Mr. de Brabazon, but my engagements this morning will hardly permit me to accept your escort," she said.
"I suppose that means that you are going shopping; but I don't mind it, I a.s.sure you, and I will carry your bundles," he added, magnanimously.
"That would never do. What! the fashionable Mr. de Brabazon carrying bundles? You would lose your social status."
"I don't mind, Miss Florence, as long as you give me--aw--an approving smile."
"I will give it now, as I bid you good-morning."
"May I--aw--have the pleasure of calling upon you to-morrow evening, Miss Linden?"