"I've mentioned his connection that we might put things on a solid footing; that is all." He nodded in his perky, bird-like way, and his finger-tips sought an even more perfect contact. "I desired you to know that I held him in high esteem; every one having to do with that excellent house is held in high esteem." "So I have been told," said the girl, but there was bitterness in her voice. "If you will pardon my calling the matter up," said Mr. Sparhawk in a most confidential way, "and I only call it up because I cannot go on without doing so, your father's procedure since reaching the city has been somewhat unusual. It has caused comment. He is a trusted agent of Rufus Stevens' Sons, and has been these many years; and yet, though he's been in the city a week, he has not yet called at their counting-house." "You say you do not speak for my father's business connections," said the girl; "indeed, you do not say in whose interests you are here; and yet you do not hesitate to inquire into a thing that must, of its nature, be private." Mr. Sparhawk held up one open hand in protest; his face wore a look of pain. "My dear young lady," said he, "pray do not think me guilty of an idle impertinence. Nothing could be further from my thoughts. I've said what I said because it is the readiest way I can summon just now as an approach to a very delicate--an exceedingly delicate--subject." He regarded her with careful attention. "The Atlantic is wide," he observed; "and in these unsettled days it is also much troubled. A man does not venture upon the ocean now, especially with his daughter, without good reason. That is common sense. And yet we find, in this instance of your father's so doing, that no sufficient reason has shown itself. If a firm summons its agent he is, in commercial duty, bound to obey. But Rufus Stevens' Sons has not summoned your father. In fact, some in the firm are somewhat aghast at his appearance." "Well?" said the girl, quietly. "It has been observed--quite by chance, of course--that in the time Monsieur Lafargue has been in the city he has ventured abroad upon only a few occasions." "He is old," said the girl. "I have noted that," said Mr. Sparhawk cheerfully. "And I sympathize with his infirmities. I have heard talk," he added, after a moment's reflection, "connecting your father with Monsieur--or, as the revolutionary manner has it, Citizen--Genêt. This gentleman and he," and the little man's head took the inquiring bird-like tilt, "are fast friends, I think." "Well?" said the girl. Mr. Sparhawk had evidently expected more or less enlightenment on this point; but now that he saw none was forthcoming he proceeded with adroit readiness. "To-day your father visited another person, Mr. Amos Bulfinch, a usurer!" The girl arose suddenly, but before she could speak Mr. Sparhawk once more lifted the protesting hand.