"I don't know whether I ought to tell you, but I don't know what else to do." And then she told him all her trouble; how she had heard by accident that Mrs Glencairn had received nothing for their board and education for a long time, and how she had gone to her father, and he had been angry, and said he could do nothing, and then she added,-- "I think Mrs Ascot, must know. Do you think Madame Ascot is a trustworthy person, Cousin Cyprien? Of course she is disagreeable, and cross, and all that; but not to be trustworthy is something quite different. And papa says it was not his fault that she came to our house. Do you think her a good woman. Mr St. Cyr? Is she trustworthy?" He listened to her story without a word, only smiling and nodding now and then till she came to the end and asked those questions about Mrs Ascot. Then he looked uneasily towards his brother, but his brother never lifted his eyes from his book, nor seemed to hear a word. "We must not speak evil of her, nor accuse her without sufficient grounds," said he gravely. "No," said Frederica faintly. "But I do not mean because of this altogether. She is not always considerate towards mama, I am afraid, and mama is ill, and--alone. But I need not trouble you about it. Pardon me if I ought not to have come to you." "You did right to come to me. I can set right all this mysterious affair. You shall not hear of it again. Of course you are to come to me." "But, Cousin Cyprien," said Frederica, taking courage from his kindness, "ought I to need to come to you always? Is there not something wrong that might be remedied?" "My dear child, almost everything in the world is wrong, and I very much fear must always remain so. But this can be remedied, and it shall be on one condition. You are not to trouble yourself about it. Are you the little girl who the other day nearly overturned me? You look like an old woman with that naughty wrinkle in your forehead." Frederica laughed. "What should I do, if I might not come to you? And yet I ought not to need to come. There must be something wrong," added she, the naughty wrinkle coming to her forehead again. "Was it grandpapa who put it all wrong, as papa says? or is it Madame Ascot? or perhaps papa himself?" added she, with some hesitation. Mr St. Cyr answered her gravely. "My little girl, we will not ask. I will set this matter right--no, not to-day, but soon, and you must not think of it any more." His promise sounded very different in Frederica's ears, from the promise her father had made. Mr St. Cyr did not forget. Still she lingered as if she had more to say, and as if she were not quite sure whether she ought to say it. "Do you wish Mrs Ascot to stay in our house, Cousin Cyprien? Papa said to-day it was not by his wish that she ever came. Do you like her, Mr St. Cyr? Have you confidence in her? I am quite sure I could make mama and Selina much happier than she makes them."