"Do you contemplate remodeling yourself?" "I'm sure Dale will like that sort of girl." Philip looked at her sideways. He thought of telling her that "county young ladies" did not proclaim all their thoughts. But then he reflected that he would not. The Littlehill party arrived at Mount Pleasant, the Colonel's residence, in the nick of time; and Mrs. Hodge sailed in to dinner on her host's arm in high good humor. Dale, as the great man and the stranger, escorted Tora, Philip Hume Mrs. Roberts, and Sir Harry fell to Nellie's lot. Mrs. Hodge was an amusing companion. She did not dally at the outworks of acquaintance, but closed at once into intimacy, and before half an hour was gone, she found herself trying hard not to call the Colonel "my dear," and to remember to employ the usual prefixes to the names of the company. The Colonel was delighted; was he at last escaping from the stifling prison of conventionality and breathing a freer air? Unhappily, just in proportion as good cheer and good fellowship put Mrs. Hodge at her ease, and made her more and more to the Colonel's taste, her daughter's smothered uneasiness grew more intense. Nellie had borne herself with an impossible dignity and distance of manner toward Sir Harry, in the fear lest Sir Harry should find her wanting in the characteristics of good society, and her frigidity was increased by her careful watch on her mother's conduct. Sir Harry was disappointed. As he could not sit by Tora Smith, he had consoled himself with the prospect of some fun with "little Miss Fane." And little Miss Fane held him at arms'-length. He determined to try to break down her guard. "How did you manage to shock the Squire so?" he asked. "Was he shocked? I didn't know." "You were there, weren't you?" "Oh, yes. Well, I suppose it was Mr. Bannister's poetry." "Why should that shock him?" asked Sir Harry, who knew very well. "By Jove, I wish I could write some like it!" She turned to him with sudden interest. "Do you admire Dale's writings?" "Awfully," said Sir Harry. "Don't you?" "Of course _I_ do, but I didn't know whether you would. Do you know Miss Delane?" "Yes, very well." "Do you like her?" "Oh, yes. I have known her all my life, and I like her. She frightens me a little, you know." "Does she? How?" "She expects such a lot of a fellow. Have you met her?" "No. D--Mr. Bannister has. He likes her." "I expect she blew him up, didn't she?" "Oh, I shouldn't think so. Dale wouldn't like that." "Depends how it's done," observed Sir Harry. "Don't you ever blow him up?" "Of course not. I'm much too--I look up to him too much." They were interrupted by the Colonel's voice. He was saying, with much energy: "Ability we don't expect in a Government office, but honesty one might hope for." "Just what Hodge used to say of old Pratt," said Mrs. Hodge. "I beg pardon?" said the Colonel. "Pratt was his manager, you know--my husband's." "Oh, yes, of course."