I'm sure I don't know how you will get on with the child, Geoffrey; she takes such a lot of looking after." "Oh, don't trouble about that, Honoria," he answered.

"I daresay that Effie and I will manage somehow." Here one of those peculiar gleams of intelligence which marked the advent of a new idea passed across Elizabeth's face.

She was sitting next her father, and bending, whispered to him.

Beatrice saw it and made a motion as though to interpose, but before she could do so Mr.Granger spoke.
"Look here, Mr.Bingham," he said, "if you want to move, would you like a room here?
Terms strictly moderate, but can't afford to put you up for nothing you know, and living rough and ready.

You'd have to take us as you find us; but there is a dressing-room next to my room, where your little girl could sleep, and my daughters would look after her between them, and be glad of the job." Again Beatrice opened her lips as though to speak, but closed them without speaking.