ious. Or no, the way
of meeting was mysterious. It was a great surprise to them both, and Mr.
Storm took the man--a Russian Prince--off to a distance and never let
him come near us for a minute. Mr. Caspian knew the Prince to speak to,
and he would have asked him about Mr. Storm if he could, but Molly
Winston and I would not let him. If Mr. Storm has something he wishes to
keep a secret, it is his affair. But there is one thing I worry about a
little. I do not see why I may not tell you _that!_

Before I made my promise to him, Mr. Caspian was so silly as to be
jealous of Mr. Storm. He thought, like all of us, that there was some
mystery, but unlike us, he believed it was a _bad_ one. He wished to do
Mr. Storm some harm. He even threatened to hire a detective to watch
always what he did. But after we were engaged Mr. Caspian did not feel
the same. I suppose he said to himself that he was more safe. He did not
want Mr. Storm to go away, because he enjoyed being a tyrant to him, and
showing his power over me.

It was like that till New London. I was rather silly there, I am afraid,
but I was so tired of being with Mr. Caspian every minute. He seems to
squeeze out my vitality like water from a sponge! I took a revenge by
making _him_ tired--in his feet, not his head. We all left him to go
home and rest and be very cross while we enjoyed ourselves. But it is
not me he would punish for that. It is poor Peter Storm! He begins to be
jealous again as before, and I am afraid he may do the horrid thing he
has threatened to do. A word he dropped made me think of it. I wish I
could give Mr. Storm some hint to be careful. But even when I see him
again (it won't be till day after to-morrow) I shall not dare. Perhaps I
can get Molly to speak.

I can't help missing Mr. Storm when we go about seeing beautiful things.
I told you long ago I liked seeing things with him. But I keep with
Molly and Jack Winston as much as I can when we are out of doors, here
at Newport. Larry's friends are very good. They let us go about as we
like and come in when we like. Now that Mr. Storm is away, Mr. Caspian
does not worry to be with me every minute. He knows some fearfully rich
people at Newport. It is strange, isn't it, that he likes rich people
much better than poor (except Larry and me), though he used to be a
socialist and give lectures against capital? Peter Storm says that to be
a _true_ socialist is the finest thing in the world, and can save