Under the Country Sky | Page 6

which she had had a swift earlier impression.
Mr. Jefferson was a man in, she thought, the early thirties, with a
strongly modelled, shaven face, keen brown eyes behind eyeglasses, a
mouth which could be grave one moment and humorous the next, and
the air of a man who was accustomed to think for himself and expect
others to do so. He was well built though not tall, well dressed though
not dapper, and he looked less like a writer of books than a participant
in action of some kind or other. His dark hair showed a thread or two of
gray at the temples, but this suggestion of age did not seem at all to age
him.
The stranger, on his part, saw a rather more than commonly charming
Georgiana, on account of the Indian-red silk frock.
"It's not fair to him," thought Georgiana, "to show him a landlady who
looks so festive and fine. I can't afford to wear this often, even for his
benefit." But to him she said: "I know it will give my father much
pleasure to have some one in the house besides his daughter. And I am
quite willing to have you at our table. I must warn you that we live very

simply, as you must guess."
"I live very simply myself," Mr. Jefferson assured her. "There are few
things I do not like. My one serious antipathy is Brussels sprouts," he
added, smiling. "With that confession the coast is clear. And--you
would not mind my smoking in my room?"
Georgiana glanced at her father with a suddenly mischievous
expression. He was studying the prospective boarder with interested
eyes.
"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.
"Well, daughter, it looks to me as if this had happened just in time to
prevent a bad explosion from too high pressure of accumulated energy.
You can now lower the position of the indicator on the