"I want a governess for my sister--my adopted sister.

I'm responsible for her, and I've decided that she must be educated.

I told my father, Sir Tancred Beauleigh, and he gave me leave to get her a governess.

So I came to you." "Yes," said Madame Butler, smiling, "and what kind of a governess do you want ?" The pretty young lady, who had been regarding Tinker with smiling interest, turned away with the proper delicacy, and looked out of the window.
Tinker's face wore a very serious, almost anxious, air.

"I've worked it out carefully," he said.