"For my sake.

To oblige your mother, Agatha.
You won't refuse me, dearest ?" Agatha laughed indulgently at her parent, who had long ago worn out this form of appeal.

Then she turned to Henrietta, and said, "How is your caro sposo?
I think it was hard that I was not a bridesmaid." The red in Henrietta's cheeks brightened.

Mrs.Jansenius hastened to interpose a dry reminder that Miss Wilson was waiting.
"Oh, she does not mind waiting," said Agatha, "because she thinks you are all at work getting me into a proper frame of mind.

That was the arrangement she made with you before she left the room.