f his bandages hurt him, and, receiving a negative answer,
graciously withdrew.

Indeed, his bandages gave him little trouble now, and his improvement
was so marked and sustained that the doctor was greatly gratified,
and, indeed, expressed as much to Miss Trotter, with the conscientious
addition that he believed the greater part of it was due to her capable
nursing! "Yes, ma'am, he has to thank YOU for it, and no one else!"

Miss Trotter raised her dark eyes and looked steadily at him. Accustomed
as he was to men and women, the look strongly held him. He saw in her
eyes an intelligence equal to his own, a knowledge of good and evil, and
a toleration and philosophy, equal to his own, but a something else that
was as distinct and different as their sex. And therein lay its charm,
for it merely translated itself in his mind that she had very pretty
eyes, which he had never noticed before, without any aggressive
intellectual quality. And with this, alas! came the man's propensity to
reason. It meant of course but ONE thing; he saw it all now! If HE, in
his preoccupation and coolness, had noticed her eyes, so also had the
younger and emotional Chris. The young fellow was in love with her! It
was that which had stimulated his recovery, and she was wondering if he,
the doctor, had observed it. He smiled back the superior smile of our
sex in moments of great inanity, and poor Miss Trotter believed he
understood her. A few days after this, she noticed that Frida Jansen was
wearing a pearl ring and a somewhat ostentatious locket. She remembered
now that Mr. Bilson had told her that the Roanoke Ledge was very rich,
and that Calton was likely to prove a profitable guest. But it was not
HER business.

It became her business, however, some days later, when Mr. Calton was so
much better that he could sit in a chair, or even lounge listlessly
in the hall and corridor. It so chanced that she was passing along
the upper hall when she saw Frida's pink cotton skirt disappear in an
adjacent room, and heard her light laugh as the door closed. But the
room happened to be a card-room reserved exclusively for gentlemen's
poker or euchre parties, and the chambermaids had no business there.
Miss Trotter had no doubt that Mr. Calton was there, and that Frida knew
it; but as this was an indiscretion so open, flagrant, and likely to be
discovered by the first passing guest, she called to her sharply. She
was astonished, however, at the same momen