"And now where shall the Guru stay?" she said. "It would be too bad,
dear Daisy, if we are all to profit by his classes, that you should
have all the trouble and expense of entertaining him, for in your sweet
little house he must be a great inconvenience, and I think you said
that your husband had given up his dressing room to him."

Mrs Quantock made a desperate effort to retain her property.

"No inconvenience at all," she said, "quite the contrary in fact, dear.
It is delightful having him, and Robert regards him as a most desirable
inmate."

Lucia pressed her hand feelingly.

"You and your husband are too unselfish," she said. "Often have I said,
'Daisy and Mr Robert are the most unselfish people I know.' Haven't I,
Georgie? But we can't permit you to be so crowded. Your only spare
room, you know, _and_ your husband's dressing room! Georgie, I
know you agree with me; we must not permit dear Daisy to be so
unselfish."

The bird-like eye produced its compelling effect on Georgie. So short a
time ago he had indulged in revolutionary ideas, and had contemplated
having the Guru and Olga Bracely to dinner, without even asking Lucia:
now the faint stirrings of revolt faded like snow in summer. He knew
quite well what Lucia's next proposition would be: he knew, too, that
he would agree to it.

"No, that would never do," he said. "It is simply trespassing on Mrs
Quantock's good-nature, if she is to board and lodge him, while he