Of course, engrossed as she was with the charge of Arthur, it was quite possible that, to save her trouble, he and his sisters might have arranged it all.

Only she wished she had been told--merely told about it.
Any little pain, however, died out when, on entering the drawing-room, she caught the warm delight of Arthur's eyes, turning to her as eagerly as if she had been absent from him a week instead of half an hour.
"Oh, mother, I am so tired! Here have I been lying on this sofa, and Titia and somebody else--a great, big, red-checked woman--Titia says she isn't a lady, and I must not call her so--have been strum-strumming on your pretty piano, and laughing and whispering between whiles.
They bother me so.

Please don't let them come again." Christian promised to try and modify things a little.
But she must come and practice here, Arthur.

She is Miss Bennett-- Titia's governess.
"Governess--a nice governess! Why, she hardly teaches her a bit.
They were chattering the whole time; and I heard them plan to meet in Walnut-tree Court at five o'clock every evening, and go for a walk with a gentleman--a kind gentleman, who would give Titia as many sweet things as ever she could eat." Mrs.Grey stood aghast.

This was the sort of thing that had gone on--or would have gone on if not discovered--with the little Fergusons.
"Are you sure of this, Arthur?
If so, I must ring for Phillis at once." "Oh don't--please don't.