"'To see her is to love her, and love but'-- --" "That is of no consequence where anyone is concerned except Lady Baring," says the professor, with a little twist in his chair, "and my sister has not seen her as yet.

And besides, that is not the only question--a greater one remains." "By Jove! you don't say so! What ?" demands Mr.Hardinge, growing earnest.
"Will Miss Wynter like _her_ ?" says the professor.

"That is the real point." "Oh! I see!" says Hardinge thoughtfully.
The next day, however, proves the professor's fears vain in both quarters.

An early visit to Lady Baring, and an anxious appeal, brings out all that delightful woman's best qualities.

One stipulation alone she makes, that she may see the young heiress before finally committing herself to chaperone her safely through the remainder of the season.
The professor, filled with hope, hies back to his rooms, calls for Mrs.
Mulcahy, tells her he is going to take his ward for a drive, and gives that worthy and now intensely interested landlady full directions to see that Miss Wynter looks--"er--nice! you know, Mrs.Mulcahy, her _best_ suit, and----" Mrs.Mulcahy came generously to the rescue.
"Her best frock, sir, I suppose, an' her Sunday bonnet.