"Well, I don't believe it's as bad as that. Probably she hasn't met any one in that way; at any rate, it's pure conjecture on my part, and my conjecture doesn't make it so." "It doesn't unmake it, either, for you to say that now," my wife lamented. "Well, well! Don't let's think about it, then. The case is bad enough as it stands, Heaven knows, and we've got to grapple with it as soon as we get home. We shall find Tedham waiting for us, I dare say, unless something has happened to him. I wonder if anything can have been good enough to happen to Tedham, overnight." I got a little miserable fun out of this, but my wife would not laugh; she would not be placated in any way; she held me in a sort responsible for the dilemma I had conjectured, and inculpated me in some measure for that which had really presented itself. When we reached home she went directly to her room and had a cup of tea sent to her there, and the children and I had rather a solemn time at the table together. A Sunday tea-table is solemn enough at the best, with its ghastly substitution of cold dishes or thin sliced things for the warm abundance of the week-day dinner; with the gloom of Mrs. March's absence added, this was a very funereal feast indeed. We went on quite silently for a while, for the children saw I was preoccupied; but at last I asked, "Has anybody called this afternoon?" "I don't know exactly whether it was a call or not," said my daughter, with a nice feeling for the social proprieties which would have amused me at another time. "But that strange person who was here last night, was here again." "Oh!" "He said he would come in the evening. I forgot to tell you. Papa, what kind of person is he?" "I don't know. What makes you ask?" "Why, we think he wasn't always a workingman. Tom says he looks as if he had been in some kind of business, and then failed." "What makes you think that, Tom?" I asked the boy. "Oh, I don't know. He speaks so well." "He always spoke well, poor fellow," I said with a vague amusement. "And you're quite right, Tom. He was in business once and he failed--badly." I went up to my wife's room and told her what the children had said of Tedham's call, and that he was coming back again. "Well, then, I think I shall let you see him alone, Basil. I'm completely worn out, and besides there's no reason why I should see him. I hope you'll get through with him quickly. There isn't really anything for you to say, except that we have seen the Haskeths, and that if he is still bent upon it he can find his daughter there to-morrow evening. I want you to promise me that you will confine yourself to that, Basil, and not say a single word more. There is no sense in our involving ourselves in the affair. We have done all we could, and more than he had any right to ask of us, and now I am determined that he shall not get anything more out of you. Will you promise?"