"My dear fellow, they're all that sort. At least, that's my view of the matter. Well, what's gone wrong?"
"I don't know," said Andrew sourly. "I can't make her out. She's different somehow. It was almost as though she wasn't so fond of me."
"Are you sure you've done nothing to annoy her? They're very touchy, you know."
"I haven't done a thing to annoy her. I can swear to that."
"Then," said Mr. Walkingshaw, with inspired conviction, "there's some other fellow cutting you out."
Andrew started.
"Who?"
"Oh, I don't know all her neighbors. It's nobody she's met here, I suppose."
"She never saw a man when she was here but Frank and me."