“Of course—of course! Carter will be delighted. He does so like a pretty face, and hers is lovely.”
“But he may not consent?”
“He? Of course he will! All she’s got to do with Carter is to have his slippers ready, and read the newspaper for him, now and then; for, between you and me, Carter is not much of a reader, on his own hook. Oh, he’s sure to like it!”
Ross leaned forward and kissed the flushed cheeks, which had become rosier and rosier, with the warmth of a generous nature.
“Then we will consider it settled,” he said. “I mentioned it just now, because this evening will be an excellent time for introducing her as a friend of the family. That was a part of my idea, when I asked you to invite her.”
“This evening? Well, why not, she can help me receive. It will be splendid. I only hope she will be dressed properly—that is, like the heiress we intend her to be.”
“We need not doubt that—now I will go for her.”
“And I’ll just step down and have a talk with Carter about it.”
CHAPTER XXXVI.
THE WAY SHE MANAGED HIM.
Ross and his sister parted; she went into her husband’s room, and found him in the agony of putting on a new dress coat, rather too small, and which fitted him like a straight jacket.