Her smile, her voice, her manner were charming. I had pictured her a sour old woman, who had hidden away from a world that had offered her no pleasure. “The apologies must all be on my side, Sister Theresa. I have been greatly occupied since coming here,— distressed and perplexed even.” “Our young ladies treasure the illusion that there are ghosts at your house” she said, with a smile that disposed of the matter. She folded her slim white hands on her knees and spoke with a simple directness. “Mr. Glenarm, there is something I wish to say to you, but I can say it only if we are to be friends. I have feared you might look upon us here as enemies.” “That is a strong word,” I replied evasively. “Let me say to you that I hope very much that nothing will prevent your inheriting all that Mr. Glenarm wished you to have from him.” “Thank you; that is both kind and generous,” I said with no little surprise. “Not in the least. I should be disloyal to your grandfather, who was my friend and the friend of my family, if I did not feel kindly toward you and wish you well. And I must say for my niece—” “Miss Devereux.” I found a certain pleasure in pronouncing her name. “Miss Devereux is very greatly disturbed over the good intentions of your grandfather in placing her name in his will. You can doubtless understand how uncomfortable a person of any sensibility would be under the circumstances. I’m sorry you have never met her. She is a very charming young woman whose happiness does not, I may say, depend on other people’s money.” She had never told, then! I smiled at the recollection of our interviews. “I am sure that is true, Sister Theresa.” “Now I wish to speak to you about a matter of some delicacy. It is, I understand perfectly, no business of mine how much of a fortune Mr. Glenarm left. But this matter has been brought to my attention in a disagreeable way. Your grandfather established this school; he gave most of the money for these buildings. I had other friends who offered to contribute, but he insisted on doing it all. But now Mr. Pickering insists that the money—or part of it at least—was only a loan.” “Yes; I understand.” “Mr. Pickering tells me that he has no alternative in the matter; that the law requires him to collect this money as a debt due the estate.” “That is undoubtedly true, as a general proposition. He told me in New York that he had a claim against you for fifty thousand dollars.” “Yes; that is the amount. I wish to say to you, Mr. Glenarm, that if it is necessary I can pay that amount.” “Pray do not trouble about it, Sister Theresa. There are a good many things about my grandfather’s affairs that I don’t understand, but I’m not going to see an old friend of his swindled. There’s more in all this than appears. My grandfather seems to have mislaid or lost most of his assets before he died. And yet he had the reputation of being a pretty cautious business man.”