"Look here," he exclaimed, coming up close to where she was again engaged in drying and polishing the heavy old crystal goblets.

"I want to ask you a favour, Betty.

It's absurd that I should be here, with far more money than I know what to do with, while the only people in the world I care for, are all worried, anxious, and overworking themselves.

Janet says it's impossible to get a cook.

What I want to do if you'll let me--" he looked at her pleadingly, and Betty's heart began to beat: thus was he wont to look at her in the old days, when he wanted to wheedle something out of her.
"What I want to do," he went on eagerly, "is to go up to London to-morrow morning and bring back a cook in triumph! Life has taught me _one_ thing,--that is that money can procure anything." As she remained silent, he added in a tone of relief, "There, that's settled! You go up to bed now.