Sylvia explained her embarrassments, and Herbert looked thoughtful.
"So," he said, "you have spent what George sent, as well as what I advanced you in anticipation of his next remittance. This can't go on, you know."
"I'll be very economical for the next few months," Sylvia promised penitently.
"If you're not, you'll find very stern economy imperative during those that follow; but I'll let you have a small check before I leave."
Sylvia thanked him and they talked about other matters for a while.
Then he said carelessly:
"There's a favor you could do me. It won't cost you any trouble. A young man is coming down here next week, and I want you to be as pleasant as you can and make him enjoy his visit. I'm inclined to think he'll appreciate any little attention you can show him."
"The last's a cheap compliment," Sylvia rejoined. "Aren't you asking me to undertake your wife's duty?"
Herbert smiled.
"Not altogether. Muriel's an excellent hostess; she will do her part, but I want you to assist her. You have exceptional and rather dangerous gifts."
"Don't go too far," Sylvia warned him. "But I'd better understand the situation. How long do you expect me to be amiable to the man?"