He was a man of thirty, somewhat careworn about the eyes, but with an excessively kind and pleasant face, clean shaven; and thick, reddy-brown hair. He was above the middle height, a little stooped at the shoulders, but of average strength. "I like the look of you," said Angelica frankly. "Thank you," he answered, smiling. "And I vote for a permanent arrangement," she said, looking at Diavolo. He was just then hidden behind a huge slice of bread, biting it, but he nodded intelligently. The permanent arrangement referred to was to have the tutor to tea, and he agreed, wisely stipulating, however, that the presence of the Peace Angel should also be permanent. He even tried to persuade the twins to invite him to lessons; but that they firmly declined. "You'll like being our tutor, I think," Diavolo observed during this first tea. "He will if we like him," said Angelica significantly. "Are we going to?" Diavolo asked. "Yes, I think so," she answered, taking another good look at Mr. Ellis. "I like the look of that red in his hair." "Now, isn't that a woman's reason?" Diavolo exclaimed, appealing to Mr. Ellis. "Yes, it is," said Angelica, preparing to defend it by shuffling a note-book out of her pocket, and ruffling the leaves over: "Listen to this"--and she read--"'A tinge of red in the hair denotes strength and energy of character and good staying power.' We don't want a muff for a tutor, do we? There are born muffs enough in the family without importing them. And a woman's reason is always a good one, as men might see if they'd only stop chattering and listen to it." "It mayn't be well expressed, but it will bear examination," Mr. Ellis suggested. "Do you like being a tutor?" Diavolo. "It depends on whom I have to teach." "If you're a good fellow, you'll have a nice time here--on the whole--I hope, sir," Angelica observed. "But why are you a tutor?" "To earn my living," Mr. Ellis answered, smiling again.