'er frequent, so
to speak.'

'I'm afraid I don't quite understand.'

'Well, 'ere's a case in point. My sister-in-law's brother--nice young
chap 'e was too--fell in with a girl that wasn't the right one fer
'im--no clarss like,--but 'e wouldn't 'ear a word agen 'er. So my
sister-in-law thinks of a plan. She arsks both 'er brother an' the
young woman 'e was courtin' to go and spend their 'olidays with 'er at
the seaside. Which they did an'--bless yer--wot with seein' 'er every
day an' gettin' to know 'er too well 'e soon got sick o' 'er. Why,
'e'd given 'er a black eye afore the week was out. Now if Mr. Roarings
and Miss 'Arringay met frequent like that----'

'Elizabeth,' I interposed, 'mind your own business'; and I went out of
the kitchen with dignity.

Nevertheless, I was compelled to admit that she had given me an
inspiration. That girl, under a rough and unpromising exterior, has
fecundity of ideas which astonishes me. Had she been in a higher class
in life--or even able to spell--she might have been a regular
contributor to the Sunday papers.

'Henry,' I said, hurrying into the study. 'I have got a solution
regarding William's entanglement. I am going to invite Gladys to spend
a week here with us.'

'How can that help? I don't quite see----'

'My dear ass, the idea isn't a novel one, but in this case it's
excellent. I'll write her a note on the instant and ask her if she'll
come, giving as a pretext that I'm feeling lonely in Marion's absence.'

'But why this hurry? Hadn't you better think it over first?'

'If I pause to think it over, Henry, I know I shall decide that I can't
tolerate Gladys for an entire week. As it is, I expect she'll drive me
stark mad. No, no, let me write while I am in my present frenzy of
philanthropy?'

'I suppose,' he reflected, 'William will practically spend the week
here, too, when he knows Gladys is coming.'

'Exactly. What about it?'

'I'm thinking of my work,' he grumbled. 'Two people being
disillusioned under one roof are sure to create interruptions.'

'They shan't interrupt you. I intend to leave them together as much as
possible. How glad I am that Gladys isn't the least bit clever--a week
might not be long enough if she were.'

'I'm not sanguine about the idea,' was Henry's comment. 'It might work
out all right in books and plays; but in real life its effect is
extremely doubtful.'

'Not at all. Elizabeth knew a young man who was devoted