've got some of the people with us this year
that used to come here when we first took farm-boarders; mother don't
know that they're ever so much nicer, socially, than the people that take
the fifty-dollar rooms." He laughed, and then he said, seriously: "If I
ever had a son, I don't believe I should let my pride in him risk doing
him mischief. And if you've a mind to let her understand that you believe
I'm set against the law for good and all--"

"I guess I shall not be your ambassador, so far as that. Why don't you
tell her yourself?"

"She won't believe me," said Jeff, with a laugh. "She thinks I don't know
my mind. And I don't like the way we differ when we differ. We differ
more than we mean to. I don't pretend to say I'm always right. She was
right about that other picnic--the one I wanted to make for Mrs.
Vostrand. I suppose," he ended, unexpectedly, "that you hear from them,
now and then?"

"No, I don't. I haven't heard from them for a year; not since--You knew
Genevieve was married?"

"Yes, I knew that," said Jeff, steadily.

"I don't quite make it all out. Mr. Vostrand was very much opposed to it,
Mrs. Vostrand told me; but he must have given way at last; and he must
have put up the money." Jeff looked puzzled, and Westover explained. "You
know the officers in the Italian army--and all the other armies in
Europe, for that matter--have to deposit a certain sum with the
government before they can marry and in the case of Count Grassi, Mr.
Vostrand had to furnish the money."

Jeff said, after a moment: "Well, she couldn't help that."

"No, the girl wasn't to blame. I don't know that any one was to blame.
But I'm afraid our girls wouldn't marry many titles if their fathers
didn't put up the money."

"Well, I don't see why they shouldn't spend their money that way as well
as any other," said Jeff, and this proof of his impartiality suggested to
Westover that he was not only indifferent to the mercenary international
marriages, which are a scandal to so many of our casuists, but had quite
outlived his passion for the girl concerned in this.

"At any rate," Jeff added, "I haven't got anything to say against it. Mr.
Westover, I've always wanted to say one thing to you. Then I came to your
room that night, I wanted to complain of Mrs. Vostrand for not letting me
know about the engagement; and I wasn't man enough to acknowledge that
what you said would account for their letting me make a fool of myself.
But I