"I think," confessed Mr. Warne, "that merely to catch a whiff now and then of a fragrance which is singularly pleasant to me, but which I am denied producing for myself, would add to the things that give me comfort. If you wouldn't mind smoking in the hall now and then, or, better yet, by my fireside, I should be grateful." Mr. Jefferson nodded. "Thank you, sir. And now--when may I come? I have a room at the hotel, so don't let me in until you are quite ready." "You may come to-morrow night for supper," promised Georgiana. "But you haven't seen the room." She rose. "It will be in the upper right front?" hazarded Mr. Jefferson. "And it will have the customary furnishings and some means of heating?" "I should prefer to have you see it," she insisted, and lighted a candle in an ancient pewter candlestick with an extinguisher at the side. So the stranger, following her upstairs, surveyed his room and professed himself entirely satisfied. It looked bare enough to Georgiana as she showed it to him, but she told herself that there were possibilities in the matter of certain belongings of her own room which could be transferred to give an air of homelikeness to this. "It is large, and I can have plenty of light and air," commented the prospective boarder. "If I might have some sort of good-sized table by that south window, for my work, I should consider myself provided for." "You will find one when you come," promised the girl. "Thank you. Now, I will take myself off at once. Then you may have a chance to discuss with your father the probabilities in favour of your not regretting your quick decision," he said as he descended the stairs. "Father and I always make quick decisions," Georgiana remarked. "Good! So do I. Do you hold to them as well?" "Always. That's part of father's creed." "That's very good; that speaks for itself. Well, I promise you I shall be busy enough not to bother this household overmuch. By the way"--he turned suddenly--"that table you spoke of putting in my room--if it is large, it must be heavy. Your father cannot help you lift it, and you should not lift it alone. Don't put it in place until I come--please?" She smiled. "That's very thoughtful of you. But I am quite equal to moving it alone." "Then let me help you now, won't you?" he offered. She shook her head. "It's really not ready to be moved. Don't think of it again, please." He bade them good-night and went away, with no lingering speeches on the road to the door. He had the air of a man accustomed to measure his time and to waste none of it. When he had gone Georgiana went back to her father. He looked up at her with a twinkle in his still boyish eyes.