But, sitting at work, not far from Doctor Strong, was a very pretty young lady⁠—whom he called Annie, and who was his daughter, I supposed⁠—who got me out of my difficulty by kneeling down to put Doctor Strong’s shoes on, and button his gaiters, which she did with great cheerfulness and quickness. When she had finished, and we were going out to the schoolroom, I was much surprised to hear Mr. Wickfield, in bidding her good morning, address her as “ Mrs. Strong”; and I was wondering could she be Doctor Strong’s son’s wife, or could she be Mrs. Doctor Strong, when Doctor Strong himself unconsciously enlightened me.

“By the by, Wickfield,” he said, stopping in a passage with his hand on my shoulder; “you have not found any suitable provision for my wife’s cousin yet?”