Mr. Rosevelt recognized her at once, and recognized, too, the heartiness and sincerity of her welcome. There was nothing forced or constrained about either her words or manner. “Ah, Miss Star, I am as glad to see you as you can possibly be to see me,” he said, shaking her hand warmly. “I little thought,” he went on, “that when you and I were faring so poorly together that we were bound for the same place. I intended then to come here before this. Why did you not tell me that you were a relative of Mrs. Richards?” “I did not think much about it, sir, or that my destination could interest you,” she answered. “Tut, tut, child!” he said, gently; “_anything_ connected with you would have been of interest to me after your kindness to me. I was deeply disappointed to find you gone when I went to seek you; but they told me that some one had come and taken you away, so I was forced to go my way also. Well,” he concluded, smiling, “I have found you now, and I shall not lose sight of you again.” “But are you going away now, sir?” Star asked, glancing at the bag Mr. Richards was carrying, and which had the initials “J. R.” painted upon it. “No; only to the lodge for sleeping accommodations, as there is no room in the house for me.” “No room in the house for you?” Star repeated, in astonishment; but something in Mr. Richards’ face warned her that all was not as he would wish, and she added, flushing: “I wish you would take my room, then; for I can sleep very nicely on the lounge in the sewing-room.” Mr. Richards raved inwardly over his wife’s obstinacy and heartlessness, which compared so unfavorably with this gentle girl’s generosity and self-denial; but he could only hold his peace and let matters take their course, for if he interfered with his wife in her present state of bitterness and disappointment over the loss of her expected fortune, he knew that a domestic squall would be sure to follow, and one which it would be hard to settle. “No, thank you, Miss Star,” Mr. Rosevelt returned; “I will go to the lodge until there is room for me in the house. You are as kind and self-sacrificing as ever, I perceive, but I will not deprive you of your room. Good-night, my child; I shall see you to-morrow.” He laid his hand in a tender, caressing way on her head; then went out with Mr. Richards, whom he enlightened still further regarding that eventful voyage which he and Star had made together. She stood still in the door-way looking after them, a puzzled expression on her face, a gleam of indignation in her large blue eyes. She had overheard Mrs. Richards telling Josephine something about “Uncle Jacob,” that afternoon after leaving her husband.