EIGHTEEN

How I do run on! You don't wish me to live with you at all, I daresay. But a cousin in Lacroix! You would find she would not add to your consequence, my dear. I am sure, a dowdy old lady. She would not else be living in Lacroix, take my word for it". 

So Miss Tellaro yielded, and that very evening her chaperon arrived at Hotel Nacional in a light coach weighed down by trunks and bandboxes. 

Mr Kingsley, who sent in his card at about four o'clock in the afternoon, was much more easily dealt with. He was a shy young man, who looked at the heiress with undisguised admiration. He seemed to be extremely conscientious, and most anxious to oblige. He frowned over the credentials of at least a dozen servants, and fluttered over the leaves of a sheaf of papers, until Miss Tellaro laughingly implored him to stop. 

Mr Kingsley's solemnity disappeared into something remarkably like a grin. "Well, do you know, ma'am, I think of you was to let me settle it all for yo