Now, will you ?" On their way to the Spanischer Hof she arranged in her own mind for Mrs.
Adding to get a maid, and for the doctor to send an assistant with her on the journey, but she was in such despair with her scheme that she had not the courage to right herself when Mrs.Adding met her with the appeal: "Oh, Mrs.March, I'm so glad you approve of Mr.Kenby's plan.

It does seem the only thing to do.

I can't trust myself alone with Rose, and Mr.
Kenby's intending to go to Schevleningen a few days later anyway.

Though it's too bad to let him give up the manoeuvres." "I'm sure he won't mind that," Mrs.March's voice said mechanically, while her thought was busy with the question whether this scandalous duplicity was altogether Kenby's, and whether Mrs.Adding was as guiltless of any share in it as she looked.

She looked pitifully distracted; she might not have understood his report; or Kenby might really have mistaken Mrs.March's sympathy for favor.
"No, he only lives to do good," Mrs.Adding returned.