It's only a man that could have thought of saddling her with our friend.

Well--that's impossible.

She would be the death of your sister in a week.

You can't look after her yourself--that wouldn't be proper." "And it would be the death of me too!" said Jaffery.
"You can't leave her in lodgings or a flat by herself, for the poor woman would die of boredom.

The only thing that remains is the boarding-house." Jaffery regarded her with the open-eyed adoration of a heathen Goth receiving the Gospel from Saint Ursula.
"By Jove!" he murmured.