"Well, Mr. Stoutenburgh! if you don't like him why _do_ you talk about him?" said his wife. "Faith--you can play blind man's buff, I'm sure?" "Wait a bit,--wait a bit," said the Squire--"I'm not ready to be blinded yet, if she is. You ladies are always in such a hurry! Now Mr. Linden and I want to have our ideas cleared up. What sort of a man is the doctor, Miss Faith? You say you know him 'very well,'--do you like him 'very much'?" This shot brought Faith to a stand and obliged her, to be sure, to 'shew her colours,' which she did bravely. Nevertheless she faced the Squire and answered steadily. "I like him a good deal, Mr. Stoutenburgh--in some respects very much." "Hum--" said the Squire, as he cut a persuasive piece of duck and put it on her plate. "Well wouldn't you like to tell me, my dear, what you mean by 'some respects'?--That's Mrs. Stoutenburgh's word, and I never could find out yet." "I suppose it means different things in different cases," said Faith smiling. "Did you ever?"--said the Squire, taking a general survey of the table, which began with Faith and ended with Mr. Linden, "Aint that half of creation up to anything? I tell you what, Miss Faith, if _I_'d been in that meadow 'tother day, I'd have made Mazeppa of the doctor in no time,--Sam hasn't learnt to put his history in practice yet. And besides," said the Squire, with a peculiarly slow, innocent enunciation, "he never likes to do anything that would displease Mr. Linden!" "Mr. Stoutenburgh!" said his wife, though she was laughing merrily herself, "Can't you be quiet? Faith, why don't you answer me?" "What, Mrs. Stoutenburgh?"--Faith turned towards her a face from which, gentle as it was, the smile had disappeared. "You play blind man's buff, don't you, dear?" "When I can," said Faith. "The real question, Miss Faith," said Mr. Linden, whose grave unmoved look--unmoved unless by a little fear that she might be annoyed--would have been some help to her during her cross-examination if she had seen it,--"the real question is, whether you are willing to play to-night." "I am as willing as can be," said Faith. "I don't know whether they'll want to play it," said Mrs. Stoutenburgh, "but they may; and Sam's never content unless I'm in the fun, whatever it is." "Of course Miss Faith will play," said the Squire,--"she never refuses to please anybody." "Mr. Linden said he would," said Sam. "But how shall you and I manage, Faith?" said Mrs. Stoutenburgh. "They'd tell us in a minute by our dresses--as there are only two of us." Faith pondered this difficulty with an amused face. "Sam must lend us some of his jackets or coats, Mrs. Stoutenburgh. Our heads are the worst,--or mine is--you and Sam might be mistaken for each other." "But there'd be no use in Miss Faith's disguising herself," said Sam naively, "because she's so sweet." "You wouldn't have her disguise that, would you, Sam?" said Mr. Linden laughing.