But she ought to be educated, and I must
chance it."
"Well, if you ought, you must," said Sir Tancred. "But one thing I do
beg of you; do not have her taught the piano--the barrel-organ if you
like, but not the piano."
"No; I won't. A piano would be so awkward to move about--it would want
a van to itself."
"I was thinking, rather, of the peculiar noises it makes in the hands
of the inexperienced," said Sir Tancred.
"I know," said Tinker in a tone of genuine sympathy.
Tinker went to Elsie, whom he had left in the gardens of the Casino,
and told her that his father had given him leave to get her a
governess. On hearing that the matter was so near accomplishment, her
face fell, and she said, "Don't--don't you think I ought to help choose
her?"
"It wouldn't be regular," said Tinker firmly.
After dejeuner he caught a train to Nice, and went straight to Madame
Butler, that stay of those who seek maids, companions, nurses, or
governesses on the Riviera. He sent in his card, and was straightway
ushered into the office where she received her clients. She was
sitting at a desk, and by one of the windows sat a very pretty young
lady, who looked as if she were waiting to interview a possible
employee.
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