“I never contradict a lady, ma’am,” rejoined the incorrigible captain.  “If it is your pleasure, when we next meet to think my niece quite well, I shall bow resignedly to the expression of your opinion.”  With those words, he followed the housekeeper into the passage, and politely opened the door for her.  “I mark the trick, ma’am!” he said to himself, as he closed it again.  “The trump-card in your hand is a sight of my niece, and I’ll take care you don’t play it!”

He returned to the parlor, and composedly awaited the next event which was likely to happen—­a visit from Mrs. Lecount’s master.  In less than an hour results justified Captain Wragge’s anticipations, and Noel Vanstone walked in.

“My dear sir!” cried the captain, cordially seizing his visitor’s reluctant hand, “I know what you have come for.  Mrs. Lecount has told you of her visit here, and has no doubt declared that my niece’s illness is a mere subterfuge.  You feel surprised—­you feel hurt—­you suspect me of trifling with your kind sympathies—­in short, you require an explanation.  That explanation you shall have.  Take a seat.  Mr. Vanstone.  I am about to throw myself on your sense and judgment as a man of the world.  I acknowledge that we are in a false position, sir; and I tell you plainly at the outset—­your housekeeper is the cause of it.”

For once in his life, Noel Vanstone opened his eyes.  “Lecount!” he exclaimed, in the utmost bewilderment.

“The same, sir,” replied Captain Wragge.  “I am afraid I offended Mrs. Lecount, when she came here this morning, by a want of cordiality in my manner.  I am a plain man, and I can’t assume what I don’t feel.  Far be it from me to breathe a word against your housekeeper’s character.  She is, no doubt, a most excellent and trustworthy woman, but she has one serious failing common to persons at her time of life who occupy her situation—­she is jealous of her influence over her master, although you may not have observed it.”

“I beg your pardon,” interposed Noel Vanstone; “my observation is remarkably quick.  Nothing escapes me.”

“In that case, sir,” resumed the captain, “you cannot fail to have noticed that Mrs. Lecount has allowed her jealousy to affect her conduct toward my niece?”

Noel Vanstone thought of the domestic passage at arms between Mrs. Lecount and himself when his guests of the evening had left Sea View, and failed to see his way to any direct reply.  He expressed the utmost surprise and distress—­he thought Lecount had done her best to be agreeable on the drive to Dunwich—­he hoped and trusted there was some unfortunate mistake.