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BREAKFAST over, Mrs. Wyverne sat in her usual place, darning a tablecloth and entertaining a terribly early caller. Miss Robins faced her solemnly. She was a solemn individual, impressed with the importance of directing the duties of other people. In appearance she had not much to boast of; but, as she was wont to ask, "Who cares for looks? " Some unkind critics had been known to remark that Miss Robins "had no looks."
Despite her superiority, she had not cast off the shackles of a mundane curiosity about her neighbours; and she was bent on finding out what the old lady meant to do with Phyllys. "So very Important, for the sake of that poor empty-headed child, that she should act with wisdom," she observed to her devotee, Barbara. "If she does not hold that man at arm's length, who can foretell the consequences? " Miss Robins was nothing if not emphatic.