CHAPTER XXII.
UNDER-CURRENTS "Well, how do you like her ?" Julian asked, when their visitors had left them.
"Oh, I dare say she's all right," was the reply.

"She's got a good deal to say for herself." Julian turned away, and walked about the room.
"What does she work at ?" said Harriet, after glancing at him furtively once or twice.
"I have no idea." "It's my belief she doesn't work at all." "Why should Waymark have said so, then ?" asked Julian, standing still and looking at her.

He spoke very quietly, but his face betrayed some annoyance.
Harriet merely laughed, her most ill-natured and maliciously suggestive laugh, and rose from her seat.

Julian came up and faced her.
"Harriet," he said, with perfect gentleness, though his lips trembled, "why do you always prefer to think the worst of people?
I always look for the good rather than the evil in people I meet." "We're different in a good many things, you see," said Harriet, with a sneer.

Her countenance had darkened.