The Chronicles of Clovis
less. "I particularly don't want to take him to the MacGregors', and it will only be for six days."
"It will seem longer," said Lady Bastable dismally. "The last time he stayed here for a week"
"I know," interrupted the other hastily, "but that was nearly two years ago. He was younger then."
"But he hasn't improved," said her hostess; "it's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself."
Mrs. Sangrail was unable to argue the point; since Clovis had reached the age of seventeen she had never ceased to bewail his irrepressible waywardness to all her circle of acquaintances, and a polite scepticism would have greeted the slightest hint at a prospective reformation. She discarded the fruitless effort at cajolery and resorted to undisguised bribery.
"If you'll have him here for these six days I'll cancel that outstanding bridge account."
It was only for forty-nine shillings, but Lady Bastable loved shillings with a great, strong love. To lose money at bridge and not
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