Produced by Al Haines. [Illustration: Susan] *SUSAN* By *ERNEST OLDMEADOW* Frontispiece by *FRANK HAVILAND* NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS _Copyright, 1907,_ BY E. GRANT RICHARDS _Copyright, 1907,_ By JOHN W. LUCE AND COMPANY (INC.) *CONTENTS* BOOK I TRAXELBY BOOK II DIEPPE BOOK III SAINTE VÉRONIQUE BOOK IV LA VILLA DE LA MER *BOOK I* *TRAXELBY* *BOOK I* _Wednesday, September_ 5, 1906. What on earth is the matter with Susan? Up to yesterday morning I have hardly had to find fault with her more than twice or thrice in four years. Yet, since last night, she has richly deserved a dozen sharp scoldings at the very least. After all, poor Grandmamma must have been right. "My pet," grannie used to say whenever I told her that Susan was a treasure of pure gold; "My pet, I have had thirty or forty treasures myself, and I give you my word that even the best of them are only plated. Off the worst ones the plating wears soon. Off the better ones it wears late. But wait long enough, and sooner or later you shall see the copper or the pewter." No doubt I ought to be grateful that Susan has lasted so well. All the same, it is maddening that the gilding should choose to come off just as I’m on the eve of starting for Sainte Véronique-sur-mer. Susan says everything is packed: but I can’t risk it. Probably she has filled a trunk with opera-glasses and fans, and forgotten towels and soap. First thing in the morning she must unpack, and we must both go through everything with a list. But it’s tiresome beyond words. _Thursday, September_ 6. Susan is worse than ever. Instead of toast, she brought me this morning two chunks of bread hardly browned, and, instead of tea, a tepid potion as black as night. I have asked her if she is ill, but she says she isn’t. And, certainly, I never saw her look better in her life. The worst of it is that she keeps coming and going with such an air of--how shall I describe it? Not insolence: not even indifference. It is hard to find the word. When I blame her for some blunder, she looks, for the moment, duly meek and sorry; and when I send her off on some errand she departs as if she really wants to do her best in her old way. And in less than half an hour I am scolding her again.