this--her splendid carriage and air of breeding--and it gave him a
thrill of pride in her. After all, she was his own niece.

"It will be a very great joy to dress you splendidly," he said. "I would
have done so always, if I had not known where the money would go; but we
are going to settle all that now, and every one can be happy."

It was not in her nature to beg and try to secure favors for her brother
and Mimo without paying for them. She had agreed upon the
price--herself. Now all she had to do was to obtain as much as possible
for this.

"Mirko's cough has come back again," she said quietly. "Since I have
consented I want him to be able to go into the warmth without delay.
They are here in London now--he and his father--in a very poor place."

"I have thought it all out," Francis Markrute answered while he frowned,
as he always did, at the mention of Mimo. "There is a wonderfully clever
doctor at Bournemouth where the air is perfect for those delicate in the
lungs. I have communicated with him; and he will take the child into his
own house, where he will be beautifully cared for. There he can have a
tutor, and when he is stronger he can return to Paris, or to Vienna, and
have his talent for the violin cultivated. I want you to understand," he
continued, "that if you agree to my terms your brother will not be
stinted in any way."

And her thoughts said, "And Mimo?" but she felt it wiser not to ask
anything about him just then. To have Mirko cared for by a really clever
doctor, in good air, with some discipline as to bedtime, and not those
unwholesome meals, snatched at odd hours at some restaurant, seemed a