"No, she is very yielding."
"Doesn't trouble you, eh? By the way, what did she see in you, Craven, or my sister either, for that matter, to attract her? There's no accounting for tastes, surely."
"That is not to the point," said Craven, impatiently.
"You are right. That is not to the point. Suppose we come to the point, then. If your wife is not strong-minded she can be brought over, and the boy, if he is like most boys, will be eager to embrace the chance of visiting Europe, say for three months. It will be best, I suppose, that the offer should come from me. I'll tell you what you must do. Invite me to supper to-night and offer me a bed, and I'll lay the train. Shall it be so?"
"Agreed," said Craven, and thus the iniquitous compact was made.
CHAPTER XI.
TRAPPED.
"Mrs. Craven, I have pleasure in introducing to you one of my oldest friends, Colonel Sharpley."