"You’ve come to talk over pa’s case, haven’t you, Mr. Marriott?" "Yes," said Marriott. "I’m glad of that," the girl said. "He has a good case, hasn’t he?" "I think so," said Marriott, and then he hastened to add the qualification that is always necessary in so unexact and whimsical a science as the law, "that is, it seems so now; I’ll have to study it somewhat before I can give you a definite opinion." "I think he ought to have big damages," said Gusta. "Why, just think! He’s worked for that railroad all his life, and now to lose his foot!" She looked at her father, her affection and sympathy showing in her expression. Marriott glanced at Dick, whose eyes were fixed on the girl. His lips were slightly parted; he gazed at her boldly, his eyes following every curve of her figure. Her yellow hair was bright in the light, and the flush of her cheeks spread to her white neck. And Marriott, in the one moment he glanced at Dick, saw in his face another expression--an expression that displeased him; and as he recalled the resemblance to Elizabeth he thought he had noted, he impatiently put it away, and became angry with himself for ever imagining such a resemblance; he felt as if he had somehow done Elizabeth a wrong. All the while they were there Dick kept his bold gaze on Gusta, and presently Gusta seemed to feel it; the flush of her face and neck deepened, she grew ill at ease, and presently she rose and left the room. When they were in the street Marriott said to Dick: "I don’t know about that poor old fellow’s case--I’m afraid--" "Gad!" said Dick. "Isn’t Gusta a corker! I never saw a prettier girl." "And you never noticed it before?" said Marriott. "Why, I always knew she was good-looking, yes," said Dick; "but I never paid much attention to her when she worked for us. I suppose it was because she was a servant, don’t you know? A man never notices the servants, someway." VI