He was a trifle blue that evening, although he probably would not have confessed it.

Least of all would he have confessed the reason, which was that he was just a little jealous.

He did not grudge his tenant her happiness in her brother's return, but he could not help feeling that from that time on she would not be as intimate and confidential with him, Jed Winslow, as she had been.

After this it would be to this brother of hers that she would turn for help and advice.

Well, of course, that was what she should do, what any one of sense would do, but Jed was uncomfortable all the same.