"He has, my dear sister," she remarked, "the most honourable carriage of the head: it is but to look at that man to see what he is. You, dear, at least, won't throw any obstacle in the way of Robina's good luck: all her life long it will be remembered in her favour that she was selected by Malcolm Durrant to be the companion of his little boy during his own absence." "I am not likely to put an obstacle in the way," answered Mrs Starling, "seeing that I have small voice in any matters. Where you don't rule me,--Felicia,--my husband does; and where my husband doesn't, the little children do; and where the little children don't, Robina does; and where Robina doesn't, the servants do. I am ruled by everyone; I am the most ruled out person on earth; I have not a bit of colour or opinion left. When Bo-peep was here, I felt a little happier than I had done for some time, because the animal seemed to like me without wanting in the very least to get the upper hand of me. But there, it cannot be helped." "Don't talk any more in that silly vein," was Miss Felicia's remark. "Each day after day as it goes, you make things quite disagreeable and contrary. I wanted to dress you nicely and bring you downstairs to tea, so that you might have the privilege of conversing yourself with the distinguished traveller; but really, what with hysterics in view, I doubt if it would not be better to leave you upstairs." "I am not going to have any hysterics," said poor Mrs Starling. "I have passed all that. Perhaps Robina rules me rather less than the rest of you; but I should like to see the man who wants to be a sort of father to her. I can't imagine why she should leave her own father; but you all think otherwise." "We all think otherwise," retorted Miss Felicia with a sort of snort; "when golden chances do come in life, as a rule one isn't such a fool as to throw them away. But now, my dear Agnes, your purple silk dress with the real lace collar will look exceedingly nice, and it will do you no harm to get into it, even if you don't come downstairs." While Mrs Starling was being dressed, the men were having their smoke in the garden. Durrant made his proposal quite plainly before Mr Starling.