away from his country home; and she was accustomed, at such times, to write and report to him how things went on at Limmeridge. Her letters are full of references to the school in which she took so strong an interest; and I think it more than likely that I may have discovered something when we meet again. The luncheon hour is two, Mr. Hartright. I shall have the pleasure of introducing you to my sister by that time, and we will occupy the afternoon in driving round the neighbourhood and showing
him,” she said, with a sigh of relief. “Are you a man of rank and title yourself?”
“Far from it. I am only a drawing-master.”
As the reply passed my lips—a little bitterly, perhaps—she took my arm with the abruptness which characterised all her actions.
“Not a man of rank and title,” she repeated