f duty. He was cordially received, and was presently taken in to
supper, which was served in a pretty room and presided over by a very
attractive girl. She had a pleasant voice and a quiet face; though he
thought she must have guessed his errand, she treated him with a
composure that set him at his ease. Indeed, she was by no means the
kind of girl he had expected Edgar to choose; but this was in her
favor. George could find no fault in her.

Shortly after the meal was finished his host was called away, and the
girl looked up at George with a flush of color creeping, most
becomingly, into her face.

"Edgar told me I needn't be afraid of you," she said.

George smiled.

"I can understand his confidence, though it had a better foundation
than my good-nature. I wonder whether I might venture to say that he
has shown remarkably good sense?"

"I'm glad you don't think he has been very foolish," replied the girl,
and it was obvious to George that she understood the situation.

He made her a little grave bow.

"What I've said, I'm ready to stick to. I'm a friend of Edgar's, and
that carried an obligation."

"Yes," she assented, "but it was because you are a friend of his and,
in a way, represent his people in England, that I was a little uneasy."

Her speech implied a good deal and George admired her candor.

"Well," he said, "so far as I am concerned, you must never feel
anything of the kind again. But I think you should have known it was
quite unnecessary."

She gave him a grateful glance and soon afterward her father came in.

"Guess we'll take a smoke in the back office," he said to George.

George followed him, and thought he understood why he was led into the
little untidy room strewn with packets of goods, though his host had a
fine commodious house. Taunton would not attempt to dissociate himself
from his profession; he meant to be taken for what he was, but he knew
his value. He was a gaunt, elderly man: as far as his general
appearance went, a typical inhabitant of a remote and half-developed
western town, though there was a hint of authority in his face. Giving
George an excellent cigar, he pointed to a chair.

"Now," he began, "we must have a talk. When your partner first came
hanging round my store, buying things he didn't want, I was kind of
short with him. Helen helps me now and then with the books, and he
seemed to know when she came in."

"I noticed he came home in a rather bad te