"Nothing; only I saw an advertisement in the paper wanting a governess for a little girl. I answered it, and found it was Miss Marchurst who wanted a governess. She engaged me, and I'm going there to-morrow." "No, no," cried Keith vehemently; "you must not--you shall not go." Eugénie raised her eyes to his. "Have you any reason for wishing me not to go?" "Yes, every reason--she's a bad lot." "I thought you knew her?" "So I do, but men may know women of that class, and women like you may not." "I don't agree with you," said Eugénie, rising; "what is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, and if you persist in wishing me not to go, I'll begin to think you've some reason." "I have none except what I've stated," said Keith doggedly. "Then I'll go to-morrow," replied Eugénie quietly; "at all events, I've got the right to have a personal interview, whether I take the situation or not." "You must not see her." "That decides it," said Eugénie composedly; "I will." "Eugénie, don't go, or I'll begin to think you don't trust me." "Yes, I do, but--but you've been so much with this Caprice lately, that I want to see her." "I don't care two straws about her." "I know that, but I wish to see her." "You intend to go?" "I do." Keith snatched up his hat and stick. "Then I'll say good-bye," he said angrily; "if you disregard my wishes so much, you can't love me." "Yes, I can!" "You are jealous of this confounded woman." "Perhaps I am." Keith looked at her angrily for a moment--then dashed out of the room, whereon Eugénie burst out laughing. "What a dear old boy he is," she said to herself; "he thinks I'm jealous. Well," with a frown, "perhaps I am. I wonder, if he knew that I gave him the five hundred pounds, what he'd say? He doesn't know that I'm a rich woman now, so I can test his love for me. I'm sure he's as true as steel." She picked up her hat, and, going over to the mirror, leaned her elbows on the mantelpiece, looked searchingly at her beautiful face. "Are you jealous, you foolish woman?" she said, with a laugh. "Yes, my dear, you are; at all events, you'll see your rival to-morrow. I'm afraid I'll make Keith a dreadful wife," she said, with a sigh, turning away. "For I think every woman is in love with him. Poor Keith, how angry he was!" She burst out laughing, and left the room. CHAPTER XX. THE RIVALS. Eugénie Rainsford was a very clever young woman, much too clever to pass her life in the up-country wilds of Australia, and no doubt she would have left her solitude in some way even had not fortune favoured her. Luckily, however, fortune did favour her and in a rather curious way, for a rich sharebroker having seen her, fell in love with her, and wanted to marry her; she however refused, telling him that she was engaged to marry Keith Stewart, whereupon he made inquiries, and she told him the whole story.