Besides, as you are losing your governess, you will want some woman about Elsie." "But I don't intend to lose my governess!" cried Tinker.
Sir Tancred looked at him with unaffected interest.

"Am I to understand that you propose to retain the daughter of a millionaire as your adopted sister's governess ?" he said.
"Yes," said Tinker firmly.

"Dorothy's a very good governess: she suits Elsie and she suits me." "That sounds like a reason," said Sir Tancred.

"But I shall be interested to see if Mr.Rainer listens to it." "I think," said Tinker thoughtfully, "we shan't have much trouble with Mr.Rainer." "Of course, if you've made up your mind--but millionaires are kittle cattle." Tinker went to Selina and Elsie, looked carefully into the matter of hair-brushing; gave Selina a few hints on the process, and then told her that her request was granted.

He fled from the room to escape her joyful gratitude; and went down into the hall to await the conclusion of the process, and Elsie's coming.
Of a sudden there descended on him an exceedingly animated French gentleman of forty, who cried, "Tell me then a little, good-for-nothing! Why did you steal my motor-car yesterday ?" Tinker was suavity itself; he protested that he was desolated, grieved beyond measure that the necessity of borrowing the motor-car had been forced on him; but he had borrowed it in the service of a lady; and he told briefly the story of the kidnapping.