She broke the top of the _Boletus_ in two parts--the audience pressing closer to see. The flesh within was lemon color, but almost instantly, with exposure to the air, began to change, and was presently a dark blue. Murmurs of wonder ran through the group. They had not seen this marvel before. "Bravo!" murmured Frank. "You are beginning to score." "Many of the _Boleti_ do that," Constance resumed. "Some of them are very bad tasting, even when harmless. Some are poisonous. One of them, the _Satanus_, is regarded as deadly. I don't think this is one of them, but I shall not insist on Miss Carroway and the rest of you eating it." Miss Carroway sent a startled glance at the lecturer and sweepingly included the assembled group. "Eat it!" she exclaimed. "Eat that? Well, I sh'd think not! I wouldn't eat that, ner let any o' my folks eat it, fer no money!" There was mirth among the audience. A young mountain climber in a moment of recklessness avowed his faith by declaring that upon Miss Deane's recommendation he would eat the whole assortment for two dollars. "You'd better make it enough for funeral expenses," commented Miss Carroway; whereupon the discussion became general and hilarious, and the extempore lecture ceased. "You see," Constance said to Frank, "I cannot claim serious attention, even upon so vital a subject as the food supply." "But you certainly entertained them, and I, for one, have a growing respect for your knowledge." Then, rising, he added, "Speaking of food reminds me that you probably have some sort of midday refreshment here, and that I would better arrange for accommodations and make myself presentable. By the way, Constance," lowering his voice, "I saw a striking-looking girl on the veranda as we were approaching the house a while ago. I don't think you noticed her, but she had black eyes and a face like an Indian princess. She came out for a moment again, while you were talking. I thought she rather looked as if she belonged here, but she couldn't have been a servant." They had taken a little turn down the long veranda, and Constance waited until they were well out of earshot before she said: "You are perfectly right--she could not. She is the daughter of Mr. Morrison, who owns the Lodge--Edith Morrison--her father's housekeeper. I shall present you at the first opportunity so that you may lose no time falling in love with her. It will do you no good, though, for she is going to marry Robin Farnham. The wedding will not take place, of course, until Robin is making his way, but it is all settled, and they are both very happy." "And quite properly," commented Frank with enthusiasm. "I heard something about it coming over. Mr. Meelie told me. He said they were a handsome pair. I fully agree with him." The young man smiled down at his companion and added: "Do you know, Conny, if that young man Farnham were unencumbered, I might expect you to do some falling in love, yourself."