I got a horrid little stain in the middle of my dress that one
of the young men--the young savants--was so good as to drop there. Did
you see the young savants who work under Gordon's orders? I thought they
were too forlorn; there is n't one of them you would look at. If you can
believe it, there was n't one of them that looked at me; they took no
more notice of me than if I had been the charwoman. They might have
shown me some attention, at least, as the wife of the proprietor. What
is it that Gordon 's called--is n't there some other name? If you say
'proprietor,' it sounds as if he kept an hotel. I certainly don't want
to pass for the wife of an hotel-keeper. What does he call himself? He
must have some name. I hate telling people he 's a chemist; it sounds
just as if he kept a shop. That 's what they call the druggists in
England, and I formed the habit while I was there. It makes me feel
as if he were some dreadful little man, with big green bottles in
the window and 'night-bell' painted outside. He does n't call himself
anything? Well, that 's exactly like Gordon! I wonder he consents to
have a name at all. When I was telling some one about the young men who
work under his orders--the young savants--he said I must not say that--I
must not speak of their working 'under his orders.
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