A sudden shiver seized him, and rippled involuntarily over his big frame. Mary Amber was eying him contemptuously, but a light of pity stole into her eyes as she saw him shiver. “You are cold!” said Mary Amber as if she were charging him with an offence. “Well, that’s not strange--is it--on a day like this? I haven’t made connections yet with an overcoat and gloves; that’s all.” “Look here; if you are cold, you’ve simply got to get into this car and let me take you back to Miss Marilla. You’ll catch your death of cold sitting there like that.” “Well, I may be cold; but I don’t _have_ to let you take me anywhere. When I get ready to go, I’ll walk. As for catching my death of cold, that’s strictly my own affair. There’s nobody in the world would care if I did.” The soldier had blue lights like steel in his eyes, and his mouth looked very soldier-like indeed. His whole manner showed that there wasn’t the least use in the world trying to argue with him. Mary Amber eyed him with increasing interest and thoughtfulness. “You’re mistaken,” she said grudgingly. “There’s one. There’s Miss Marilla. She’d break her heart. She’s like that; and she hasn’t much to care for in the world, either. Which makes it all the worse what you’ve done. Oh, I don’t see how you _could_ deceive her.” “Deceive her?” said the astonished soldier. “I never deceived her.” “Why, you let her think you were Dick Chadwick, her nephew; and you _know_ you’re not! _I_ knew you weren’t the minute I saw you, even before I found Dick’s telegram in the stove saying he couldn’t come. And then I asked you a lot of questions to find out for sure, and you couldn’t answer one of them right.” Her eyes were sparkling, and there was an eager look in her face, like an appeal, almost as if she wanted him to prove what she was saying was not true. “No, I’m not Dick Chadwick,” said the young man with fine dignity. “But I never deceived Miss Marilla.” “Well, who did then?” There were disappointment and unbelief in Mary Amber’s voice. “Nobody. She isn’t deceived. It was she who tried to deceive you.” “What do you mean?” “I mean she wanted you to think I was her nephew. She was mortified, I guess, because he didn’t turn up, and she didn’t want you to know. So she asked me to dinner to fill in. I didn’t know anybody was there till just as I was going in the door. Then I had to go and get sick in the night, and dish the whole thing. I was a fool to give in to her, of course, and stay that night, but it did sound good to have a real night’s sleep in a bed. I didn’t think I was such a softie as to get out of my head and be on her hands like that. But you needn’t worry. I intend to make it up to her fully just as soon as I can lay hands on some funds--”