"Went over with his Grace.

My girl was talking about you the other night, Mr.Ducaine." I started.
"Indeed ?" I answered.
"Seemed to think," he continued, "that things had been growing a bit rough for you, losing those pupils after you'd been at the expense of taking the Grange, and all that, you know." "It was rather bad luck," I admitted quietly.
"I've been wondering," he continued, with some diffidence, "whether you'd care for a bit of work in my office, just to carry you along till things looked up.

Blanche, she was set upon it that I should ask you anyway.

Of course, you being a college young gentleman might not care about it, but there's times when any sort of a job is better than none, eh ?" "It is very kind of you, Mr.Moyat," I answered, "and very kind of Miss Blanche to have thought of it.

A week ago I shouldn't have hesitated.
But within the last few days I have had a sort of offer--I don't know whether it will come to anything, but it may.