"Certainly not," was the prompt reply. "She will require the most constant and kindly home-care. She should have a kind and cheerful companion. I should not advise you entirely to forget her education, but it must not be forced." "That is tantamount to saying that I must have a governess at home--and I do not see my way clear to that at all. Servants are bad enough; but the real plague of life are governesses. I have no idea where to find a suitable one. One's troubles seem to have no end." To which remark the doctor wisely made no reply. Lady Dartelle looked up at him. "You must see a great deal of the world, Dr. Chalmers. Can you tell me where I can find a trustworthy governess? I must have a gentlewoman, of course; yet she must not be one likely to thrust herself forward. That I could not endure. What is the matter, doctor?" she asked; for Dr. Chalmers' face had suddenly flushed scarlet, and his eyes intimated something which my Lady Dartelle did not quite understand. "I was thinking," he replied, "that I do know a young lady who would be all that you require." "I am very glad," said Lady Dartelle, looking much relieved. "Who is she? What is her name?" "She is a _protégée_ of my mother's--her name is Millicent Holte. She is highly educated, and most sweet-tempered--in fact, I do not think, if all England were searched, that any one so exactly suited for the position could be found. She is of gentle birth, and has a quiet, graceful manner that is very charming. There is only one objection." "What is that?" asked Lady Dartelle, anxiously. "She has never been a governess, and might not, perhaps, like the position--I cannot tell." "She has never taught--of course that would make some difference in the stipend. I do not know that the deficiency need cause concern in respect of anything else. Where is the young lady now?" "She is staying with my mother," said the doctor, his honest face flushing at the need of concealment. "That is recommendation sufficient," vouchsafed Lady Dartelle, graciously. "I shall require no other. When will it be convenient for me to see her?" "I dare say mother could call upon you to-morrow and bring Miss Holte with her." "That would be very nice. Three o'clock would be a convenient time for me. Suppose Miss Holte should accept the engagement, would she be able, do you think, to return to Hulme Abbey with me at the end of the week?" "I should imagine so. I do not know of anything to prevent it." Yet as he spoke, that fair, sweet, sad face seemed to rise before him, and he wondered how he should bear his home when she was there no longer.