"Let me sit beside the Count. I wish to make his acquaintance. He will be reserved and silent with most of the boarders. I will try to make him feel at home."
"I thought you wished to sit beside Dr. Fenwick."
"So I did, but he and I are friends, and he won't mind my changing my seat."
When I came to supper that evening I was not wholly surprised to find myself removed to the opposite side of the table, but this I did not regret when I found that I was now next neighbor to the Disagreeable Woman.
In my old seat there was a slender young man of middle height, with dark eyes and hair. Mrs. Wyman had already established herself in confidential relations with him, and was conversing with him in a low tone.
"I suppose that is the Count," I remarked.
"At any rate he calls himself so. He has deprived you of your seat."
"Not only that but Mrs. Wyman has transferred her attentions to him."
"Doubtless to your regret?"
"Well, I don't know."