Although Virginia never mentioned her surmises directly, I perceived, by her occasional remarks, that she had latterly become aware of what were my mother’s views; indeed, how could she do otherwise, when my mother would refuse her lodgings one day to a gentleman because he was married, and let them the next time merely because he was a single man?  And that she was disgusted with my mother’s conduct I was convinced; at the same time, she certainly kept her thoughts to herself, merely telling me how very uncomfortable it was to have lodgers, and to be obliged to go into their rooms with messages from my mother.  There was an Honorable Mr. ——­, I really forget his name—­indeed, I should not have mentioned him, except that he was the introduction of another personage who was several months in my mother’s house, a harmless old bachelor.  How old he was I cannot say, as he wore a very youthful wig and also false whiskers, but I should think about sixty.  He was a great admirer of the fine arts, and a still greater admirer of his own performances in painting.  He took lessons twice a day from two different masters, who came from London, and he was at it from morning to night.  He came down to Greenwich, as he said, to study tints, and get up his coloring.  I cannot say I thought his performances very good, but perhaps I was not a judge.  My mother, who would, I believe, have sacrificed my sister to an ourang outang, provided he was an Honorable, took every opportunity of sending Virginia in to him, that he might study the delicate tints on her cheeks; but it would not do, even if Virginia had been a party to it.  He looked at his palette instead of her pretty mouth, and his camelhair pencils attracted his attention more than her penciled eyebrows.  He was wrapped up in his art, and overlooked the prettiest piece of nature in the world; and Virginia, seeing this to be the case, had no longer any objection to go into his room.  But this gentleman had a nephew, a very different sort of a personage, a young heir to a marquisate, who used to pay attention to his bachelor uncle by paying him visits, at first because he was ordered so to do, and after once or twice because he had seen Virginia, and was struck with her appearance.  He was a good-looking young man, about nineteen, but not very bright—­indeed, I ought to say very silly, although at the same time not at all bashful.  He made an acquaintance with my mother, who was delighted with his condescension, and declared that he was one of the most pleasant young men she had ever met with; and he would have been very intimate with Virginia had she not repulsed him.  As soon as the leaves dropped off the trees the old bachelor declared that there were no more tints worth remaining for, and he took his departure.  About a month afterward his nephew came down, accompanied by a young man who was his tutor, and hired the apartments, much to the joy of my mother, who now had hopes, and much to the annoyance of my sister, who had fears of being persecuted.