"You must introduce me to him," said Mrs. Grantham, "when he comes to London."
"Oh, but he is in London," said Charlotte simply. "He lives here."
Mrs. Grantham looked at her in astonishment.
"But why does he not visit you?"
Charlotte's face grew scarlet; she dared not answer the question.
"Never mind, dear," said Mrs. Grantham, pitying her confusion; "but you understand that I wish to know him, for your sake."
"I understand. Mrs. Grantham, I ought not to keep anything from you. The reason why Mr. Dixon does not come to see me here, is that he and my brother are not exactly friends. They had a disagreement in business, and that is how the trouble occurred. Do not say anything to my brother about it; it might make him angry."
"With me, dear?"
"Oh, no," said Charlotte, without thinking, "he could not be angry with you."
"With you, then?" said Mrs. Grantham, her mind half on Charlotte and half on herself.