"Oh! I think not," said Maynadier. "She is the gracious hostess to her guest, who happens to be a man of prominence--nothing more. And, even if he has fascinated her, how does it concern either of us? She has a father and a brother, who are amply able to care for her. Furthermore, as to your proposition, it proves nothing, except that he is much above the average in attractiveness." "But you could warn them." "Warn them of what?" said Maynadier, smiling. "Of the danger." "The danger of what?" "Of her showing him so much encouragement." "And be laughed at for my pains--or shown the door." "Your intimacy with the Marburys will permit it." "Intimacy never warrants presumption." "Friendship does." "Besides I do not agree with you." "You are blind!" declared Herford, "as blind as the Governor, himself." "And how is his Excellency afflicted?" "In blindness, as to his niece. The fellow is there all the time--morning, afternoon and night." "And you would change places with him!" said Maynadier, with a laugh. "I would," Herford answered, promptly, (and Maynadier liked him for it) "but that is not my reason. Were he one whom we knew--one of the men of Maryland--Miss Stirling might favor him, and I have no fault to find. But this is different. An Englishman, with a title, and unsavory antecedents will bear the closest watching." "Give yourself no concern, Herford," said Maynadier. "If ever there was a girl capable of taking care of herself, and, at the same time, getting the most out of life and its opportunities, it is Miss Stirling. There is no chance of her head being turned by Sir Edward Parkington's attentions. She knows his world and his likes, and will give to his conduct the value it deserves." "I wish I could think so," said Herford. "Look here, Captain! I do not usually meddle in affairs which do not concern me, but your trouble is jealousy--plain jealousy. It is all you have against Sir Edward. He happens to be fascinating, and good looking, and an English Baronet--and, of course, Miss Stirling is pleased, (and so is Miss Marbury, though she is only an incident, with you) and is apt to monopolize all the attentions he will give her--as any other girl would do. He will not be here very long, and you will have your chance after he leaves. I do not imagine, for a moment, that Miss Stirling is really interested, any more than she is interested in you, or Paca, or Constable, or a dozen others. They would all marry her, too, if they could; but they are not imagining all sorts of things about Parkington just because he has the call, for the present, with Miss Stirling. No, no! Herford; you are jealous--and there lies the whole trouble. Get rid of it, man, get rid of it!" He raised his tones a trifle at the close. "Get rid of what, Dick?" called Miss Marbury's voice behind them. She was with Sir Edward Parkington, and had approached unnoticed. "Ah! listening were you?" said Maynadier.