I warn you, Mr.Gueldmar, I shall visit you pretty frequently! Such men as you are not often met with." Olaf Gueldmar looked surprised.

"You really mean it ?" he said.

"Nothing that I have told you affects you?
You still seek our friendship ?" They both earnestly assured him that they did, and as they spoke Thelma rose from her low seat and faced them with a bright smile.
"Do you know," she said, "that you are the first people who, on visiting us once, have ever cared to come again?
Ah, you look surprised, but it is so, is it not, father ?" Gueldmar nodded a grave assent.
"Yes," she continued demurely, counting on her little white fingers, "we are three things--first, we are accursed; secondly, we have the evil eye; thirdly, we are not respectable!" And she broke into a peal of laughter, ringing and sweet as a chime of bells.

The young men joined her in it; and, still with an amused expression on her lovely face, leaning her head back against a cluster of pale roses, she went on-- "My father dislikes Mr.Dyceworthy so much, because he wants to--to--oh, what is it they do to savages, father?
Yes, I know,--to convert us,--to make us Lutherans.

And when he finds it all no use, he is angry; and, though he is so religious, if he hears any one telling some untruth about us in Bosekop, he will add another thing equally untrue, and so it grows and grows, and--why! what is the matter with you ?" she exclaimed in surprise as Errington scowled and clenched his fist in a peculiarly threatening manner.
"I should like to knock him down!" he said briefly under his breath.
Old Gueldmar laughed and looked at the young baronet approvingly.
"Who knows, who knows!" he said cheerfully.