Hartright. If you ever take up your drawing again, do try him as a master. He is a young man⁠—modest and gentlemanlike⁠—I am sure you will like him.’ Think of those words being spoken to me publicly, in the presence of strangers⁠—strangers who had been invited to meet the bride and bridegroom! I did all I could to control myself⁠—I said nothing, and looked down close at the drawings. When I ventured to raise my head again, my eyes and my husband’s eyes met, and I knew, by his look, that my face had betrayed me. ‘We will see about Mr. Hartright,’ he said, looking at me all the time, ‘when we get back to England. I agree with you, Mrs.