“He’ll be sure to do all he can for you—he always do for the good-looking ones. How did it all happen?”
“What business is that of yours? I don’t ask your business.”
“Well, you needn’t turn that rusty.”
At that moment the master entered. He asked Esther to come into his study. He was a tall, youngish-looking man of three or four-and-thirty, with bright eyes and hair, and there was in his voice and manner a kindness that impressed Esther. She wished, however, that she had seen his mother instead of him, for she was more than ever ashamed of her condition. He seemed genuinely sorry for her, and regretted that he had given all his tickets away. Then a thought struck him, and he wrote a letter to one of his friends, a banker in Lincoln’s Inn Fields. This gentleman, he said, was a large subsc
