"I knew it!" Miss Milray triumphed. "I always knew that she was a dreadful old tabby. I wish you were safely out of her clutches. Come and live with me, my dear, when Mrs. Lander gets tired of you. But she'll never get tired of you. You're just the kind of helpless mouse that such an old tabby would make her natural prey. But she sha'n't, even if another sort of cat has to get you! I'm sorry you couldn't come last night. Your little Russian was here, and went away early and very bitterly because you didn't come. He seemed to think there was nobody, and said so, in everything but words." "Oh!" said Clementina. "Don't you think he's very nice, Miss Milray?" "He's very mystical, or else so very simple that he seems so. I hope you can make him out." Don't you think he's very much in ea'nest? "Oh, as the grave, or the asylum. I shouldn't like him to be in earnest about me, if I were you." "But that's just what he is!" Clementina told how the Russian had lectured her, and wished her to go back to the country and work in the fields. "Oh, if that's all!" cried Miss Milray. "I was afraid it was another kind of earnestness: the kind I shouldn't like if I were you." "There's no danger of that, I guess." Clementina laughed, and Miss Milray went on: "Another of your admirers was here; but he was not so inconsolable, or else he found consolation in staying on and talking about you, or joking." "Oh, yes; Mr. Hinkle," cried Clementina with the smile that the thought of him always brought. "He's lovely." "Lovely? Well, I don't know why it isn't the word. It suits him a great deal better than some insipid girls that people give it to. Yes, I could really fall in love with Mr. Hinkle. He's the only man I ever saw who would know how to break the fall!" It was lunch-time before their talk had begun to run low, and it swelled again over the meal. Miss Milray returned to Mrs. Lander, and she made Clementina confess that she was a little trying sometimes. But she insisted that she was always good, and in remorse she went away as soon as Miss Milray rose from table. She found Mrs. Lander very much better, and willing to have had her stay the whole afternoon with Miss Milray. "I don't want she should have anything to say against me, to you, Clementina; she'd be glad enough to. But I guess it's just as well you'a back. That scratched-out baron has been he'e twice, and he's waitin' for you in the pahla', now. I presume he'll keep comin' till you do see him. I guess you betta have it ova; whatever it is." "I guess you're right, Mrs. Lander." Clementina found the Russian walking up and down the room, and as soon as their greeting was over, he asked leave to continue his promenade, but he stopped abruptly before her when she had sunk upon a sofa. "I have come to tell you a strange story," he said. "It is the story of that American friend of mine. I tell it to you because I think you can understand, and will know what to advise, what to do."