And as though to escape from the thing of which his counsel had hinted, Baron von Marhof took his departure at once.

Shirley met her brother on the veranda.  His arrival had been unheralded and she was frankly astonished to see him.

“Well, Captain Claiborne, you are a man of mystery.  You will undoubtedly be court-martialed for deserting—­and after a long leave, too.”

“I am on duty.  Don’t forget that you are the daughter of a diplomat.”

“Humph!  It doesn’t follow, necessarily, that I should be stupid!”

“You couldn’t be that, Shirley, dear.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

They discussed family matters for a few minutes; then she said, with elaborate irrelevance: 

“Well, we must hope that your appearance will cause no battles to be fought in our garden.  There was enough fighting about here in old times.”

“Take heart, little sister, I shall protect you.  Oh, it’s rather decent of Armitage to have kept away from you, Shirley, after all that fuss about the bogus baron.”

“Which he wasn’t—­”

“Well, Sanderson says he couldn’t have been, and the rogues’ gallery pictures don’t resemble our friend at all.”

“Ugh; don’t speak of it!” and Shirley shrugged her shoulders.  She suffered her eyes to climb the slopes of the far hills.  Then she looked steadily at her brother and laughed.

“What do you and father and Baron von Marhof want with Mr. John Armitage?” she asked.

“Guess again!” exclaimed Dick hurriedly.  “Has that been the undercurrent of your conversation?  As I may have said before in this connection, you disappoint me, Shirley.  You seem unable to forget that fellow.”

He paused, grew very serious, and bent forward in his wicker chair.

“Have you seen John Armitage since I saw him?”

“Impertinent!  How dare you?”

“But Shirley, the question is fair!”

“Is it, Richard?”

“And I want you to answer me.”

“That’s different.”

He rose and took several steps toward her.  She stood against the railing with her hands behind her back.

“Shirley, you are the finest girl in the world, but you wouldn’t do this—­”

“This what, Dick?”

“You know what I mean.  I ask you again—­have you or have you not seen Armitage since you came to the Springs?”

He spoke impatiently, his eyes upon hers.  A wave of color swept her face, and then her anger passed and she was her usual good-natured self.

“Baron von Marhof is a charming old gentleman, isn’t he?”

“He’s a regular old brick,” declared Dick solemnly.

“It’s a great privilege for a young man like you to know him, Dick, and to have private talks with him and the governor—­about subjects of deep importance.  The governor is a good deal of a man himself.”

“I am proud to be his son,” declared Dick, meeting Shirley’s eyes unflinchingly.