they were losing their young ladies. We're always getting married,
in our business, and places have to be filled up."

"That settles it, then."

"But I want to know--I can't make it out--Eve won't tell me how
she's managing to go. Are _you_ going to pay for her?"

"We won't talk of that, Patty. She's going; that's enough."

"You persuaded her, last night?"

"Yes, I persuaded her. And I am to hear by the first post in the
morning whether she will go to-morrow or Thursday. She'll arrange
things with you to-night, I should think."

"It didn't look like it. She's shut herself in her room."

"I can understand that. She is ill. That's why I'm getting her away
from London. Wait till we've been in Paris a few weeks, and you'll
see how she changes. At present she is downright ill--ill enough
to go to bed and be nursed, if that would do any good. It's your
part to look after her. I don't want you to be her servant."

"Oh, I don't mind doing anything for her."

"No, because you are a very good sort of girl. You 'Ii live at a
hotel, and what you have to do is to make her enjoy herself. I
shouldn't wonder if you find it difficult at first, but we shall get
her round before long."