"I know--I know. Yes, I'll be there to-morrow. You go, now,--here comes my cousin." With a quick glance at Farnsworth, who was approaching, the man walked swiftly away. "Who is he?" Bill asked, as he came up to Azalea. "Friend of mine," she answered, gaily. "What's his name?" "That's telling!" "I know it is, and I expect to be told." "People don't always get all they expect." "Don't trifle with me, Azalea; I'm not in a trifling mood. Who was that man?" "Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Now, now, Cousin William, you know yourself, it's very rude to insist on prying into other folks' secrets!" "Why _is_ it a secret? What possible business can a man like that have with you,--that I can't know about?" "Why do you say 'a man like that'? He's all right." "All right is a vague term. He's not one of our sort." "Don't be a snob! Remember you were born and brought up in the West, just as much as I was. And although you've now got to living high and mighty, you needn't look down on me or my friends!" "You're talking rubbish, Azalea. That man is not your friend,--he was talking to you on some business matter." "I'm not a business woman!" "You're not a woman at all! You're a young girl, and a very silly one,--to have secret dealings with a common-looking man. Now, as your temporary guardian, I insist you tell me all about it" "'Temporary guardian' is good! Who appointed you?" "I'm that by reason of your being a guest in my house, and too in view of the fact that you have, apparently, nobody to look after you. Your father has mysteriously disappeared. You've had no word from him since you've been here! So far as I know, you have no other relatives, and so, as your nearest of kin, I propose to look after you,--if you will let me. Don't be foolish, Azalea, dear," Farnsworth's voice took on a tender tone, "_don't_ be antagonistic. I want to help you, not annoy you. Why not look on me as a friend, and let me know all you're about? There can be _no_ reason why I shouldn't." "You might not approve," and Azalea looked at him uncertainly. "Why? Are you up to anything wrong?" "No," but she spoke hesitatingly, "not wrong, Cousin, but--all the same, you might not approve." "Tell me, and let me see. If it isn't wrong, I'll promise not to censure you, even if I don't entirely approve." Azalea's attention was attracted by the man who had lately left her. He stood behind Farnsworth and made gestures that informed Azalea she was not to let his presence be known. So she continued to talk to Bill, but also kept the other man in view. His procedure was somewhat strange. He pretended to be holding a baby, cuddling an imaginary child in his arms. Then he tossed the non-existent little one up in the air, and pretended to catch it again. Then he nodded to Azalea. She shook her head negatively and very vigorously. He nodded peremptorily and insistently. Again she shook her head, and as she did so Farnsworth wheeled suddenly and saw the man.