dded. This was quite in his line, and he suddenly became aware
of the exquisite texture and quality of the stranger's clothing; the
fineness of the piping voice. All sorts came to the inn, but this last
comer was a gentleman, for all his defects.

"I'm expecting a young woman, a distant relative, from farther back in
Canada. I shall await her here. My stay is uncertain. Make me as
comfortable as you can; I like to be comfortable."

"You--you are alone, sir?"

"Until the young lady comes, yes. She is to return to the States with me.
It depends upon her how soon we travel back."

This did away with the show business, but it added romance to the
adventure.

Goodale made Boswell extremely comfortable, surprisingly so. Two bedrooms
were got in order as if by magic; a little sitting-room emerged from
behind closed doors; an apartment quite detached and cozy, with a
generous fireplace and accommodations for private meals.

After a good dinner Boswell went for a stroll, telling his host to make
the young lady welcome upon her arrival.

At half-past four Priscilla Glenn walked into the office of the inn. She
was tired and worn, rather unkempt as to appearance, but she stepped
erect and with some dignity.

"Is--is Mr. Boswell here?" she asked.

"He is, and then again he ain't," smiled Timothy, who was always playful
with women when he wasn't brutal. None knew better than he the use and
abuse of chivalry.

"You are to make yourself at home, Miss; then I'll serve tea in the
sitting parlour; all quite your own and no fear of intrusion. I'm host
and servant to my guests. I never trust them to--to menials."

"Where's my room?" Priscilla broke in abruptly. She was near the
breaking-point and she longed for privacy and shelter before she
collapsed. Her tone and manner antagonized Goodale. He understood and
recognized only two classes of women, and this girl's attitude did not
fit either class. In silence he showed her to her bedchamber, and once
the door separated him from her his smile departed and he relieved his
feelings by muttering a name not complimentary to Mr. Boswell's relative.

The sense of safety, warmth, and creature comforts speedily brought about
courage and hope to Priscilla; a childish curiosity consumed her; she was
disappointed that Boswell did not present himself, but his absence gave
her time for rallying her forces. She found her way to the little
sitting-room by six o'clock, and, to her delight, saw