coadjutrixes

Some of this store of wisdom I imparted to my two sage coadjutrixes, and they suggested that I could not do better than to throw myself in the way of Willoughby, on his road into Westmoreland, and under pretence of wanting to see his place, for which I did not care a farthing but for you, my dear; or to see you, which was natural enough; or any other nonsense I could think of; to fasten ourselves upon him, with a few other agreeable people for a little time, just to break the first gloom of his return, and to make him feel that there are pleasures in society apart from that odious excitation which depends upon a card.

Isabella. A Novel 1823