第142章 FATHER AND SONS (3)

continued he, pointing out a line or two in a letter he drew out of his pocket.Roger suspected that one or two of the words were wrongly spelt; but their purport was so gentle and loving, and had such a touch of simple, respectful gratitude in them, that he could not help being drawn afresh to the little unseen sister-in-law, whose acquaintance Osborne had made by helping her to look for some missing article of the children's, whom she was taking for their daily walk in Hyde Park.For Mrs Osborne Hamley had been nothing more than a French bonne , very pretty, very graceful, and very much tyrannized over by the rough little boys and girls she had in charge.She was a little orphan-girl, who had charmed the heads of a travelling English family, as she had brought madame some articles of lingerie at an hotel; and she had been hastily engaged by them as bonne to their children, partly as a pet and plaything herself, partly because it would be so good for the children to learn French from a native (of Alsace!).