"Thank you very much," she said. "When we are well settled, and feel more secure, we shall be glad to call on you. Father Stoddard certainly served us well in sending us to you, Mr. Donovan."
In a moment she spoke again, quite slowly, and with, I thought, a very pretty embarrassment.
"Aunt Pat may have spoken of another difficulty—a mere annoyance, really," and she smiled at me gravely.
"Oh, yes; of the youngster who has been troubling you. Your father and he have, of course, no connection."
"No; decidedly not. But he is a very offensive person, Mr. Donovan. It would be a matter of great distress to me if he should pursue us to this place."
"It is inconceivable that a gentleman—if he is a gentleman—should follow you merely for the purpose of annoying you. I have heard that young ladies usually know how to get rid of importunate suitors."
"I have heard that they have that reputation," she laughed back. "But Mr. Gillespie—"
"That's the name, is it? Your aunt did not mention it."
"Yes; he lives quite near us at Stamford. Aunt Pat disliked his father before him, and now that he is dead she visits her displeasure on the son; but she is quite right about it. He is a singularly unattractive and uninteresting person, and I trust that he will not find us."
"That is quite unlikely. You will do well to forget all about him—forget all your troubles and enjoy the beauty of these June days."