alled Frida Jansen."

"I was not aware that it had gone so far as that," said Miss Trotter
quietly, "although his admiration for her was well known, especially to
his doctor, at whose request I selected her to especially attend to your
brother."

"The doctor is a fool," broke in Mr. Calton abruptly. "He only thought
of keeping Chris quiet while he finished his job."

"And really, Mr. Calton," continued Miss Trotter, ignoring the
interruption, "I do not see what right I have to interfere with the
matrimonial intentions of any guest in this house, even though or--as
you seem to put it--BECAUSE the object of his attentions is in its
employ."

Mr. Calton stared--angrily at first, and then with a kind of wondering
amazement that any woman--above all a housekeeper--should take such a
view. "But," he stammered, "I thought you--you--looked after the conduct
of those girls."

"I'm afraid you've assumed too much," said Miss Trotter placidly. "My
business is to see that they attend to their duties here. Frida Jansen's
duty was--as I have just told you--to look after your brother's room.
And as far as I understand you, you are not here to complain of her
inattention to that duty, but of its resulting in an attachment on your
brother's part, and, as you tell me, an intention as to her future,
which is really the one thing that would make my 'looking after her
conduct' an impertinence and interference! If you had come to tell me
that he did NOT intend to marry her, but was hurting her reputation, I
could have understood and respected your motives."

Mr. Calton felt his face grow red and himself discomfited. He had come
there with the firm belief that he would convict Miss Trotter of a grave
fault, and that in her penitence she would be glad to assist him in
breaking off the match. On the contrary, to find himself arraigned and
put on his defense by this tall, slim woman, erect and smartly buckramed
in logic and whalebone, was preposterous! But it had the effect of
subduing his tone.

"You don't understand," he said awkwardly yet pleadingly. "My brother is
a fool, and any woman could wind him round her finger. SHE knows it.
She knows he is rich and a partner in the Roanoke Ledge. That's all she
wants. She is not a fit match for him. I've said he was a fool--but,
hang it all! that's no reason why he should marry an ignorant girl--a
foreigner and a servant--when he could do better elsewhere."

"This would seem to be a matter b