Mrs. Copley got up next morning in renewed spirits. "Dolly," she inquired while she was dressing, in which business Dolly always helped her,—"is anything settled between St. Leger and you?"
"Settled, mother? He is father's secretary,—at least so he calls himself,—taking care of us in father's absence. There is nothing else settled, nor to be settled."
"You know why he is here, child."
"Because father isn't, mother; and I should like to make the exchange as quickly as possible."
"What's the matter with him, Dolly?"
"The principal thing is, he won't take a hint."
"No, no; I mean, what fault do you find in him?"
"That, mother. Nothing else."
"He worships the ground you tread on."
"Mother, I think that is a pity. Don't you?"