"No."
"Shouldn't--shouldn't you like to, Mr. Carter?"
"Heaven forbid!" said I.
Suddenly Mrs. Hilary pushed back her chair, and turned round to
us.
"Well, I declare," said she, "I must be growing stupid. Here
have I been writing to the Agency, when I know of the very thing
myself! The Polwheedles' governess is just leaving them; she's
been there over fifteen years. Lady Polwheedle told me she was a
treasure. I wonder if she'd go!"
"Is she what mamma wants?"
"My dear, you'll be most lucky to get her. I'll write at once
and ask her to come to lunch tomorrow. I met her there. She's
an admirable person."
Mrs. Hilary wheeled round again. I shook my head at Miss
Phyllis.
"Poor children!" said I. "Manage a bit of fun for them
sometimes."
Miss Phyllis assumed a staid and virtuous air.
"They must be properly brought up, Mr. Carter," said she.
"Is there a House Opposite?" I asked; and Miss Phyllis blushed.
Mrs. Hilary advanced, holding out a letter.
"You may as well post this for me," said she. "Oh, and would you
like to come to lunch tomorrow?"
"To meet the Paragon?"
"No. She'll be there, of course; but you see it's Saturday, and
Hilary will be here; and I thought you might take him off
somewhere and leave Phyllis and me to have a quiet talk with
her.
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