Rowena laughed outright. She pictured the scene.
"You poor man! Of course I will help you if I can. I wish I knew of some one suitable. I wonder—"
She stopped short. The remembrance of her visit to the North came to her.
"It is only a chance, but I do know of a nice woman—a governess. She is a niece of Mrs. Burke's."
"Oh, I hardly think she would suit me," said General Macdonald hastily.
Rowena smiled. "Please don't be so prejudiced. Mrs. Burke's father was a very saintly clergyman. Her sister is a most sweet woman, wife of a hard-worked vicar in Durham, and this woman is her daughter. She has the same sweet face and manners as her mother, but with more character I should say. She is at present looking after her nephew and niece, but she wants a situation as governess. She is certificated."
"Miss Falconer had very sweet manners."
"She is as different to Miss Falconer as chalk is to cheese. She is a real good woman. I know a genuine person when I see her. Couldn't you stop in Durham and interview her, on your return to Scotland? Let me write to her first."
"I wanted to have it all settled up before we leave."
"Well, if you would rather I went to a Registry for you, I will do so."