'You are dealing with me,' said the lady, rising indignantly, 'as if you were engaging a cook. I am sure we would not suit each other at all.' 'Please sit down, Lady Willow, and don't be offended. Let us talk it over in an amicable manner, even if we come to no arrangement. I think a cook an exceedingly important person, and I assure you I would treat one in the most deferential manner; while with you, on the other hand, I talk in an open and frank way, as between friend and friend. I take it that you and I are somewhat similarly situated. We are neither of us rich, and so we have each of us to earn the money we need in our own way. It would be dishonest if I pretended to you that I was wealthy, and then couldn't pay what you expected after you had done all you could for me--now, wouldn't it? Very well, if you have anyone else to chaperon who can afford to pay more than I can, you shouldn't bother about me at all, but secure a richer client.' Lady Willow remembered that this was not the season when rich clients abounded; so she smothered her resentment, and sat down again. 'That's right,' said Jennie; 'we'll have a nice quiet talk, whatever comes of it. Now, if you like, I could write a lovely article about you in the _Sunday Argus_, and then all rich girls who come over here would go direct to you.' 'Oh dear! oh dear!' cried Lady Willow, evidently inexpressibly shocked at the idea, 'you would surely never do so cruel a thing as that? If my friends knew I chaperoned young ladies and took money for it, I would never be allowed to enter their doors again.' 'Ah, I didn't think of that. Of course it wouldn't do. What a curious thing it is that those who want to be written up in the papers generally never see their names in print; while those who don't want to have anything said about them are the people the reporters are always after.' 'Do you write for the papers, then?' 'For one of them.' 'How dreadful!' said Lady Willow, rising again, with an air of finality about her movement. It was evident that any dealings with this American girl were out of the question. 'Do sit down again, Lady Willow. We will take it that I am hopelessly ineligible, and so say no more about it; but I do want to have a talk with you.' 'But you will write something----' 'I shall not write a word about you or about anything you tell me. You see, your profession is as strange to me as mine is to you.' 'My profession? I have none.' 'Well, whatever you call it. I mean the way in which you make your money.' Lady Willow sighed, and the tears came into her eyes. 'You little know, my child, to what straits one may come who is left unprovided for, and who has to do the best to keep up appearances.' Jennie sprang up instantly and took the unresisting hand of the elder woman, smoothing it with her own caressingly.