She can make him do the decent thing.

Let us keep friends with her." "The decent thing would be a thousand a year," wailed Hester, giving in to his contrition in spite of herself, because she had once been in love with him, and because she was utterly helpless.

"Five hundred a year wouldn't be indecent." "Let us keep on her good side," he said, fondling her, with a relieved countenance.

"Tell her you will come and that she is an angel, and that you are sure a visit to the Manor will save your life." They went to Palstrey a few days later.

Ameerah accompanied them in attendance upon her mistress, and the three settled down into a life so regular that it scarcely seemed to wear the aspect of a visit.