'Why couldn't you say so at once ?' Emily blushed.

'It would be such a chance for my husband,' she answered confusedly.

'A letter, inquiring for a good courier (a six months' engagement, Miss!) came to the office this morning.

It's another man's turn to be chosen--and the secretary will recommend him.
If my husband could only send his testimonials by the same post--with just a word in your name, Miss--it might turn the scale, as they say.
A private recommendation between gentlefolks goes so far.' She stopped again, and sighed again, and looked down at the carpet, as if she had some private reason for feeling a little ashamed of herself.
Agnes began to be rather weary of the persistent tone of mystery in which her visitor spoke.

'If you want my interest with any friend of mine,' she said, 'why can't you tell me the name ?' The courier's wife began to cry.