"What does Louisa propose that we should do then?" he enquired. "I've no doubt she has some plan to suggest."
"She thinks Sylvia ought to be sent away to school."
"Then there is plenty of time to talk it over before Christmas."
"Not at Christmas. At once. The September term has only just begun, and it's not at all too late."
"Whew! But what about Miss Holt? We couldn't pack her off at a moment's notice."
"Her brother's wife died during the summer holidays, and she would be only too delighted to go to keep house for him in Derbyshire and look after his motherless children. I believe she didn't wish to return here, only she didn't like to break faith with me. We needn't take her into consideration."
"Then you actually propose to send Sylvia away immediately?"
"I am sure it would be for the best."
"But where?"
"Louisa knows the very school; Miss Kaye's at Aberglyn, where Bertha Harding was educated. It seems satisfactory in every way, and the Welsh mountain air would suit Sylvia; she looked so well after that fortnight we spent at Llandudno."