"And I'll see, ma'am, that he comes down to his meals regular," said Turner.
"Then it's settled," said Zora.
She went forthwith to the invalid and acquainted him with his immediate destiny. At first he resisted. He would be a nuisance. Since his boyhood he had never lived in a lady's house. Even landladies in lodgings had found him impossible. He could not think of accepting more favors from her all too gracious hands.
"You've got to do what you're told," said Zora, conclusively. She noticed a shade of anxiety cross his face. "Is there anything else?"
"Wiggleswick. I don't know what's to become of him."
"He can come to Nunsmere and lodge with the local policeman," said Zora.
On the evening before they started from Paris she received a letter addressed in a curiously feminine hand. It ran:
"DEAR MRS. MIDDLEMIST:
"I don't let the grass grow under my feet. I have bought Penton Court. I have also started a campaign which will wipe the Jebusa Jones people off the face of the earth they blacken. I hope you are finding a vocation. When I am settled at Nunsmere we must talk further of this. I take a greater interest in you than in any other woman I have ever known, and that I believe you take an interest in me is the proud privilege of
"Yours very faithfully,
"CLEM SYPHER."