ncle Sam with the goatee beard as depicted by the unimaginative artist
of _Punch_. And it was a voice she had heard before, so she fancied, but
where, she could not possibly tell--nor did she bother to think,
dismissing the idea as a fancy.

She stood listening, but heard nothing more, only the wind that had risen
and was shaking the ivy outside the windows.

Byrne, the old manservant, came in and lit the lamps and then after a few
minutes Hennessey entered. He looked cheerful.

"He seems all right and he'll be down in a minute," said the lawyer; "not
a bit of harm in him, though I haven't had time to tackle him over money
affairs."

"How old is he?" asked the girl.

"Old! Why, he's only a boy, but he's got all a man's ways with him--he's
American, they're like that. I've heard say the American children order
their own mothers and fathers about and drive their own motor-cars and
gamble on the Stock Exchange." He pulled out his watch and looked at it;
it pointed to ten minutes past seven; then he lit a cigar and sat smoking
and smoking without a word whilst Phyl sat thinking and staring at the
fire. They were seated like this when the door opened and Byrne shewed in
Mr. Pinckney.

Hennessey had called him a boy. He was not that. He was twenty-two years
of age, yet he looked only twenty and you would not have been particularly
surprised if you had been told that he was only nineteen. Good-looking,
well-groomed and well-dressed, he made a pleasant picture, and as he came
across the room to greet Phyl he explained without speaking what Mr.
Hennessey meant about "all the manners of a man."

Pinckney's manner was the manner of a man of the world of thirty,
easy-going, assured, and decided.

He shook hands with Phyl as Hennessey introduced them, and then stood with
his back to the fireplace talking, as she took her seat in the armchair on
the right, whilst the lawyer remained standing, hands in pockets and foot
on the left corner of the fender.

The newcomer did most of the talking. By a downward glance every now and
then he included Phyl in the conversation, but he addressed most of his
remarks to Mr. Hennessey.

"And you came over by the Holyhead route?" said the lawyer.

"I did," replied Pinckney.

"And what did you think of Kingstown?"

"Well, upon my word, I saw less of it than of a gentleman with long hair
and a bundle of newspapers under his arm who received me like a mother
just as I landed, hypnotised