That's the reason," she added bitterly, "why he asked for plenty of room when the cottage was built, and why we have got a lodger." "Is the lodger a gentleman ?" "I don't know.

Is a man a gentleman, if he keeps a servant?
Oh, don't trouble to think about it, sir! It isn't worth thinking about." This was plain speaking at last.

"You don't seem to like the lodger," I said.
"I hate him!" "Why ?" She turned on me with a look of angry amazement--not undeserved, I must own, on my part--which showed her dark beauty in the perfection of its luster and its power.

To my eyes she was at the moment irresistibly charming.

I daresay I was blind to the defects in her face.