He said it was only a sprain, but that I must stay in the house for a while and take good care of it. So here I've been ever since. The Imp has been an angel. That sounds funny, but I mean it! She nearly died of remorse at having been the cause of my accident, and she can't do enough for me. She waits on me hand and foot, and hasn't teased or been a bit exasperating once. To show how angelic she can be, I must write what she told me yesterday. She came in from a walk to the village, where she'd been to get me some grapefruit, and announced: "What do you think? I walked back most of the way with Monsieur. His things have come." "What things?" I asked, astonished, for I knew that his trunks came the day after he arrived. "Oh, didn't you know? A few things he brought with him. Two or three pictures and a big lot of books." "But what did he bring over things like that for?" I demanded. "If he's only here for a visit, it's rather queer for him to be carting books and pictures about with him. I shouldn't think he'd be staying long enough to make it worth while." "I think he's going to stay quite a long while," the Imp replied. "Perhaps it will be a year or more, judging from what he says." "How do you know all this?" I asked. It aroused all the old, jealous feeling again to think that she knew so much more about it than I did. "Why, this way. You see, we were walking up together, and we'd got about as far as Louis's gate when we both noticed a cart, with those things piled on it, standing there. Miss Yvonne was talking to the driver. Monsieur suddenly said, 'Ah, my things have come! That is well!' Then he turned to me and said, 'They are my most precious possessions. I never travel far without them.' I said it was too bad that they'd been delayed so long getting here from the steamer. For you know he's been here nearly a month. Then he said, 'They were not delayed, Mademoiselle Hélène. I did not send for them at once because--I was not sure I should stay. Now I feel that my stay may be long.' "Wasn't that queer?" added the Imp. "Why do you suppose he first thought he mightn't stay long, and then decided that he would?" "Perhaps he likes it here better than he thought he would," I suggested. "Nothing of the sort!" answered the Imp. "He hates it. He told me the climate was abominable. He didn't see how any one could exist in it." "Then it must be because he likes the Meadows' and Louis so much," I decided. "I don't think that has anything to do with it," replied the Imp. "I'm certain it's something else. He's staying on because things haven't gone the way he'd planned. If they had, he'd have gone right home. I've figured that much out about him."