"I wonder what's the matter with William Denner, sister?" Miss Ruth said, when they were out of hearing. "Perhaps he's troubled about his housekeeping," answered Miss Deborah. "I should think he might be, I must say. That Mary of his does keep him looking so! And I have no doubt she is wasteful; a woman who is economical with her needle and thread is pretty apt not to be saving in other things." "What a pity he hasn't a wife!" commented Miss Ruth. "Adele Dale says he's never been in love. She says that that affair with Gertrude Drayton was a sort of inoculation, and he's been perfectly healthy ever since." "Very coarse in dear Adele to speak in that way," said Miss Deborah sharply. "I suppose he never has gotten over Gertrude's loss. Yet, if his sister-in-law had to die, it is a pity it wasn't a little sooner. He was too old when she died to think of marriage." "But, dear Deborah, he is not quite too old even yet, if he found a person of proper age. Not too young, and, of course, not too old." Miss Deborah did not reply immediately. "Well, I don't know; perhaps not," she conceded. "I do like a man to be of an age to know his own mind. That is why I am so surprised at Adele Dale's anxiety to bring about a match between young Forsythe and Lois, they are neither of them old enough to know their own minds. And it is scarcely delicate in Adele, I must say." "He's a very superior young man," objected Miss Ruth. "Yes," Miss Deborah acknowledged; "and yet"--she hesitated a little--"I think he has not quite the--the modesty one expects in a young person." "Yes, but think how he has seen the world, sister!" cried Miss Ruth. "You cannot expect him to be just like other young people." "True," said Miss Deborah, nodding her head; "and yet"--it was evident from her persistence that Miss Deborah had a grievance of some kind--"yet he seems to have more than a proper conceit. I heard him talk about whist, one evening at the rectory; he said something about a person,--a Pole, I believe,--and his rules in regard to 'signaling.' I asked him if he played," Miss Deborah continued, her hands showing a little angry nervousness; "and he said, 'Oh, yes, I learned to play one winter in Florida!' Learned to play in a winter, indeed! To achieve whist"--Miss Deborah held her head very straight--"to achieve whist is the work of a lifetime! I've no patience with a young person who says a thing like that." Miss Ruth was silenced for a moment; she had no excuse to offer. "Adele Dale says the Forsythes are coming back in April," she said, at last. "Yes, I know it," answered Miss Deborah. "I suppose it will all be arranged then. I asked Adele if Lois was engaged to him;--she said, 'Not formally.' But I've no doubt there's an understanding." Miss Deborah was so sure of this that she had even mentioned it casually to Gifford, of course under the same seal of confidence with which it had been told her.