Null.  Of this individual she had the most contemptible opinion.  She had never asked many questions about him, because, in her intercourse with her niece, she wished, as far as possible, to ignore him.  Having mentally pictured him in various mean conditions of life, she had finally settled it in her mind that he was an agent for some patent fertilizer; a man of this kind being a very obnoxious person to her.  This avocation, however, constituted in the old lady’s mind no excusable reason for his protracted absence; and if ever a wife was deserted, she believed that her niece Annie was such a wife.

“If he should stay away much longer,” she said to herself, “we shall have no more trouble in getting a divorce than to have his funeral sermon preached.  And if there is any talk of his coming here, or of her going to him, I’ll put my foot down on that sort of thing, if I’ve a foot left to do it with.”

When she had first perceived the approach of Mr Croft, a fear had seized her that this might be the recreant husband, but the gentlemanly appearance of the stranger soon dispelled this idea from her prejudiced mind.  Apart from the fact that she had no business at the house with her nephew’s visitor, she had positive business in the garden with old Uncle Isham, and there she repaired.  There was some work to be done in regard to a flower pit, in which some of her choicest plants were to be domiciled during the winter, and this she wished personally to oversee.  Although the autumn was well advanced, the day was somewhat warm; and as the pair, whom Mr Croft had seen on the porch, had been glad to shelter themselves in the shade of the honeysuckle vines, so Mrs Keswick seated herself on a little bench behind a large arbor, still covered by heavy vines, which stood on the boundary line between the garden and the front yard, and opened on the latter.  This bench, which was always shady in the morning, she had had placed there that she might comfortably direct the labors of old Isham, the boy Plez, or whoever, for the time being, happened to be her gardener.

Mr Croft did not immediately begin the statement of the business which had brought him to see Junius Keswick.  Several windows of the house opened on the porch, and he did not wish what he had to say to be heard by any one except the person he was addressing.  “I desire to talk to you on some private matters,” he said.  “Could we not walk a little away from the house?”

“Certainly,” said Junius, rising.  “We will step over to that arbor by the garden.  We shall be quite comfortable and secluded there.  This is the place,” said Junius, as they seated themselves in the arbor, “where, when a boy, I used to come to smoke.  My aunt did not allow this diversion, but I managed to do a good deal of puffing before I was found out.”

“Then you used to live here?” asked Croft.

“Oh, yes,” said Keswick, “my parents died when I was quite a little fellow, and my aunt had charge of me until I had grown up.”