Lessons from a Gentleman
From Blushes Supplement 21 ‘We have most excellent contacts,’ Mr Ingleton said. ‘All the best professions: banking, law, accountancy. You name it really. Yes, a girl with one of our diplomas has no trouble at all in getting a really first class position.’ He smiled across at her. Mr Ingleton was fiftyish, with grey hair and an amiable expression. His voice was plummily confident, the voice of a man with all those excellent contacts. Marion straightened her skirt down over pretty nyloned knees. The only problem would be that Mr Ingleton’s course cost money, a commodity with which she was not particularly well endowed. How did you tell him that? She had come here as the result of an advertisement in one of the more up-market monthly magazines. A phone call and then this interview, in this plush fifth-floor office in London’s West End. Mr Ingleton, ushering her to one of the armchairs in a cosily secluded corner of the big office,