"I can see you do it!"
"She's got some very good bits of furniture," the Major pursued, "and this gigantic bureau, of course, came to pieces. They only wanted a screwdriver, but none of them had thought of it. She's come from Norfolk, she told me, and is a widow."
"Does she know anybody here?"
"Yes. She's a connection of Mrs. de Cressiers."
"Oh, she'll be all right, then. I wonder Austin did not tell us about her. He was here yesterday. Is she all alone, poor thing?"
"My dear Sidney, a 'poor thing' doesn't apply to her. Wait till you make her acquaintance."
"I don't know that I'm fond of widows," Sidney said meditatively. "Is she old or young?"
"Young—quite young; a very sensible young woman! So natural. I've promised to put her up a shelf or two to-morrow. She has some good books, but no place to put them."
"Well," said Sidney admiringly, "you have got on!"
The Admiral chuckled.