d."

"It's all right--just as Felix hoped it would be," he assured her and
went on to tell her briefly what had occurred.

After his departure Henrietta found herself comparing her visitor with
her employer. All her previous thought of Gordon had been in
connection with Brand as the cause of his troubles, as his enemy and
even his persecutor. So now, when Gordon appeared in person, it was
against a contrasting background of the appearance and character of
the man to whom she felt so grateful for the opportunity of livelihood
amid congenial surroundings.

Gordon was much in her mind during the rest of the day; and as she
traveled homeward in the afternoon, in the subway, across the ferry in
the glowing sunset light, and in the clattering trolley car, her
thought was busy with speculation about him, with comparison of him
with Felix Brand, with recollections of what he had said and how he
had looked, with conjecture as to the meaning of his expression when
she asked him if he knew where Brand was.

At dinner she spoke of her caller to her mother and sister. At once
they were interested and were eager to know what he was like and what
Henrietta thought of him. As she answered their questions she felt her
cheeks flushing when she saw their surprise that she should praise or
seem to admire the man who was Felix Brand's enemy.

"I know you are surprised," she said, trying to overcome a sudden
access of self-consciousness, "that he isn't at all the sort of man we
thought him, or at least that I was sure he must be. But it was
certainly considerate of him to come, and there was nothing at all in
anything he said or did that suggested a different motive. I never was
more surprised in my life than I was by his appearance. You know Mr.
Brand told the reporters that he is a relative and I had supposed he
must be some dissipated, disreputable sort of creature. And then in
came this good-looking young man--for he is good-looking, though not
so handsome as Mr. Brand--his face hasn't that look of refinement and
affability. He was well-dressed and looked like a prosperous young
business man, and he has such a straightforward, independent air."

"Does he look like Mr. Brand?" queried Isabella, so interested that
she was forgetting her dinner.

"A little--yes. In some ways a good deal, and then again he seems so
different. He is dark and his features have a family resemblance. But
otherwise the two men are not alike. You know that