Suppose I promise to make you comfortable--will you please wait here till to-morrow, and see Mr.
Arthur and speak to him?
If there's a person living who can persuade him to take better care of himself, I do believe it will be you." Iris readily consented to wait for Arthur Mountjoy's return.

Left together, while Mrs.Lewson was attending to her domestic duties, the mistress noticed an appearance of pre-occupation in the maid's face.
"Are you beginning to wish, Rhoda," she said, "that I had not brought you to this strange place, among these wild people ?" The maid was a quiet amiable girl, evidently in delicate health.

She smiled faintly.

"I was thinking, Miss, of another nobleman besides the one Mrs.Lewson mentioned just now, who seems to have led a reckless life.

It was printed in a newspaper that I read before we left London." "Was his name mentioned ?" Iris asked.
"No, Miss; I suppose they were afraid of giving offence.