"Have you thought of calling on his wife?"
"I— Wherefore should I enter the doors of those sour-faced Puritans?"
"The daughter-in-law is different."
"Is she? I am glad to hear it."
"I used to know her two years ago. She was a charming young girl. I think possibly you and Miss Chelda would enjoy her acquaintance."
"Chelda may, I assure you I shall not trouble myself about her. Here, Chelda—Chelda—come speak to Mr. Huntington. You're somewhere near, you young sly-boots, for I hear you."
A tall, dark girl, with a graceful figure and an attractive if enigmatic face, came from the hall, and exchanged a calm "Good morning" with the clergyman.
"Chelda, will you go call on the new Mrs. Mercer?" said Miss Gastonguay, abruptly. "I don't want to be bothered with her. I know too many girls now."
"Do you wish me to go?" asked the young lady, addressing their caller, and narrowing her long liquid eyes as she spoke.
"Of course he does," said Miss Gastonguay. "That is what he's here for. You only want to gain time to make up your mind. Will you go?"