"That disappoints you?" said Mrs. Mackintosh thoughtfully, balancing a pea-plant in her hand.
"Yes; at least I'd hoped—"
"I know. She told me. We haven't any secrets from each other."
"You see," continued his Lordship, "if my sister leaves me, I must have some one to take her place; otherwise—"
"She won't go."
"Yes," said the Bishop; "that's just the point."
"You ought to marry at once."
"I feel that myself; but then, you see, there's no one who would care to marry me—no one at least who—"
"You don't want a young chit."
"No," said his Lordship. "Somebody more like you."