"So do I, miss!" he returned, meeting my look with the fullness of his dark eyes and broad forehead. "Humph! What set me off, now, upon that!"
His once more reddening through his brown and being disconcerted by his efforts to remember the association brought my guardian to his relief.
"Have you many pupils, Mr. George?"
"They vary in their number, sir. Mostly they're but a small lot to live by."
"And what classes of chance people come to practise at your gallery?"

"So do I, miss!" he returned, meeting my look. "Humph! What set me off, now, upon that!"
My guardian came to his rescue. "Have you many pupils, Mr. George?"
"They vary in their number, sir. Mostly they're a small lot to live by."
"And what type of people come to practise at your gallery?"
