ng, was more shaken
up by, her little attack than he had expected; but she decided to see
the gentleman who had asked to call on Clementina. Lord Lioncourt did
not come quite so soon as she was afraid he might, and when he came he
talked mostly to Clementina. He did not get to Mrs. Lander until just
before he was going. She hospitably asked him what his hurry was, and
then he said that he was off for Rome, that evening at seven. He was
nice about hoping she was comfortable in the hotel, and he sympathized
with her in her wish that there was a set-bowl in her room; she told him
that she always tried to have one, and he agreed that it must be very
convenient where any one was, as she said, sick so much.

Mr. Hinkle came a day later; and then it appeared that he had a mother
whose complaints almost exactly matched Mrs. Lander's. He had her
photograph with him, and showed it; he said if you had no wife to carry
round a photograph of, you had better carry your mother's; and Mrs.
Lander praised him for being a good son. A good son, she added, always
made a good husband; and he said that was just what he told the young
ladies himself, but it did not seem to make much impression on them. He
kept Clementina laughing; and he pretended that he was going to bring
a diagram of his patent right for her to see, because she would be
interested in a gleaner like that; and he said he wished her father
could see it, for it would be sure to interest the kind of man Mrs.
Lander described him to be. "I'll be along up there just about the time
you get home, Miss Clementina. Then did you say it would be?"

"I don't know; pretty ea'ly in the spring, I guess."

She looked at Mrs. Lander, who said, "Well, it depends upon how I git up
my health. I couldn't bea' the voyage now."

Mr. Hinkle said, "No, best look out for your health, if it takes all
summer. I shouldn't want you to hurry on my account. Your time is my
time. All I want is for Miss Clementina, here, to personally conduct
me to her father. If I could get him to take hold of my gleaner in New
England, we could make the blueberry crop worth twice what it is."

Mrs. Lander perceived that he was joking; and she asked what he wanted
to run away for when the young Russian's card came up. He said, "Oh,
give every man a chance," and he promised that he would look in every
few days, and see how she was getting along. He opened the door after he
had gone out, and put his head in to say in conf