“Yes, Mrs Hampton.”
“And you are going to devote yourself to making him a good young man?”
“Yes.”
“Then you must put your hand to the plough with a will; and the first thing to do is to wean him away from Saul Harrington.”
“But how?”
“Woman’s wit, my dear. Make him love you, and think there’s no happiness to be found anywhere in the world except by your side.”
A rosy flush came into Gertrude’s cheeks, but it faded away, and left them pale, while the sad look of perplexity that was growing there became more pronounced.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mrs Hampton,” said Gertrude, with a sigh.
“That’s what I did with Mr Hampton, and I don’t look the sort of woman, do I?”