He reddened a little through his brown and made me a trooper's bow. "No offence, I hope, miss. I am one of the roughs."
"Not at all," said I. "I take it as a compliment."
If he had not looked at me before, he looked at me now in three or four quick successive glances. "I beg your pardon, sir," he said to my guardian with a manly kind of diffidence, "but you did me the honour to mention the young lady's name--"
"Miss Summerson."
"Miss Summerson," he repeated, and looked at me again.

He reddened a little and made me a trooper's bow. "No offence, I hope, miss."
"Not at all," said I. "I take it as a compliment."
He looked at me now in three or four quick successive glances. "I beg your pardon, sir," he said to my guardian with a manly diffidence, "but you did me the honour to mention the young lady's name-"
"Miss Summerson."
"Miss Summerson," he repeated, and looked at me again.
