Constance was herself again.
"Aunt Honor," she said, as the two came within hearing distance, "you find me at my old tricks."
"Old tricks indeed!" replied her aunt, with more subtlety of meaning than she often employed.
Constance arose and swept past the supposed tramp, without bestowing a glance upon him.
"What would you do aunt?" she said, with an air of honest anxiety that would have done credit to an actress, "here is this man again. You know I promised to try and help him when he was here before. Simon needs an assistant, he tells me; would you try him as under gardener?"
