"There is indeed something you can do for him," her sister-in-law hastened to respond; "or something you can do for me, at least," she added, more discreetly.
"Call it for both of you. What is it?" and Miss Daintry put on her eyeglass.
"I know you like to do kindnesses, when they are real ones; and you almost always have some one staying with you for the winter."
Miss Daintry stared. "Do you want to put him to live with me?"
"No, indeed! Do you think I could part with him? It 's another person,—a lady!"
"A lady! Is he going to bring a woman with him?"
"My dear Lucretia, you won't wait. I want to make it as pleasant for him as possible. In that case he may stay longer. He has promised three months; but I should so like to keep him till the summer. It would make me very happy."
"Well, my dear, keep him, then, if you can."
"But I can't, unless I am helped."
"And you want me to help you? Tell me what I must do. Should you wish me to make love to him?"
Mrs. Daintry's hesitation at this point was almost as great as if she had found herself obliged to say yes. She was well aware that what she had come to suggest was very delicate; but it seemed to her at the present moment more delicate than ever. Still,
