I am living under that man's protection, Mr. Germaine.
"Mr. Germaine!" she exclaimed, starting back, as if the bare sight of me repelled her.
"Be seated, Mr. Germaine, I beg of you." He turned to the open door, and called up the stairs, in a loud and confident voice:
The dressmaker to whom I had alluded had been my mother's maid in f ormer years, and had been established in business with money lent by my late step-father, Mr. Germaine.