The lone lady herself made a sortie against him once; but one glance at the amiable smile, "which was child-like and bland," disarmed her, and it was reported that she subsequently sent him out half-a-pint of beer.
It is needless to point out to the reader accustomed to good society that the professor's declining to sit in a room where valuable and small objects abounded, in the absence of the owner, was dictated by the most delicate feeling.

Not less remarkable than his strict politeness was the mysterious charm which this antique nomad unquestionably exercised on the entire female sex.

Ladies of the highest respectability and culture, old or young, who had once seen him, invariably referred to him as "that charming old Gipsy." Nor was his sorcery less potent on those of low degree.

Never shall I forget one morning when the two prettiest young Italian model-girls in all London were poseeing to an artist friend while the professor sat and imparted to me the lore of the Rommany.

The girls behaved like moral statues till he appeared, and like quicksilver imps and devilettes for the rest of the sitting.