“I am sure, sir, that in future you will give me no occasion to misunderstand your intentions--no more than would his lordship,” I added as he raised his brows. Thus in a manner wholly unexpected was a frightful situation eased off. “I’m so glad it’s settled!” cried Mrs. Effie, who had listened almost breathlessly to our exchange. “I fancy I settled it as Cradleigh would have--eh, Ruggles?” And the man actually smiled at me. “Entirely so, sir,” said I. “If only it doesn’t get out,” said Mrs. Effie now. “We shouldn’t want it known in Red Gap. Think of the talk!” “Certainly,” rejoined Mr. Belknap-Jackson jauntily, “we are all here above gossip about an affair of that sort. I am sure--” He broke off and looked uneasily at Cousin Egbert, who coughed into his hand and looked out over the lake before he spoke. “What would I want to tell a thing like that for?” he demanded indignantly, as if an accusation had been made against him. But I saw his eyes glitter with an evil light. An hour later I chanced to be with him in our detached hut, when the Mixer entered. “What happened?” she demanded. “What do you reckon happened?” returned Cousin Egbert. “They get to talking about Lord Ivy Craddles, or some guy, and before we know it Mr. Belknap Hyphen Jackson is apologizing to Bill here.” “No?” bellowed the Mixer. “Sure did he!” affirmed Cousin Egbert. Here they grasped each other’s arms and did a rude native dance about the room, nor did they desist when I sought to explain that the name was not at all Ivy Craddles. CHAPTER SEVEN Now once more it seemed that for a time I might lead a sanely ordered existence. Not for long did I hope it. I think I had become resigned to the unending series of shocks that seemed to compose the daily life in North America. Few had been my peaceful hours since that fatal evening in Paris. And the shocks had become increasingly violent. When I tried to picture what the next might be I found myself shuddering. For the present, like a stag that has eluded the hounds but hears their distant baying, I lay panting in momentary security, gathering breath for some new course. I mean to say, one couldn’t tell what might happen next. Again and again I found myself coming all over frightened.