"I've seen her only two or three times," Julian said, "but I've seen she hasn't eyes for anybody except you."
"That's far from being so," Napier retorted. "But if it were, I should know the reason."
"Of course you do."
"But you don't," Napier still insisted. "The reason is I'm the only person in the house who isn't Miss von Schwarzenberg's slave."
"Oh! I took her at first for just a governess."
"She's a lot besides that!" Napier wagged his head in a curiosity-provoking way.
"There's been so much to talk about since I got back," Julian went on, "or else I've been meaning to ask about her."
"She interests you?" Napier asked a little sharply.
"I confess," said Julian, "I haven't understood her position at the McIntyres."
"If I haven't—it isn't from lack of data. Only,"—Napier wrinkled his fine brows—"did you ever know a person that nothing you know about them seems to fit? That isn't grammar, but it's my feeling about that young woman."