A good-looking man comes in the door and your brains fly out the window!" Miss Cornelia quelled her with a gesture and turned back to the young man.

He was standing just where she had left him, his cap in his hands--but, while her back had been turned, his eyes had made a stealthy survey of the living-room--a survey that would have made it plain to Miss Cornelia, if she had seen him, that his interest in the Fleming establishment was not merely the casual interest of a servant in his new place of abode.

But she had not seen and she could have told nothing from his present expression.
"Have you had anything to eat lately ?" she asked in a kindly voice.
He looked down at his cap.

"Not since this morning," he admitted as Billy answered the bell.
Miss Cornelia turned to the impassive Japanese.

"Billy, give this man something to eat and then show him where he is to sleep." She hesitated.