“Do you mean to say, sir,” pursued the captain, severely, “that you have not noticed the circumstance yourself?  As a man of honor and a man of observation, you can’t tell me that!  Your housekeeper’s superficial civility has not hidden your housekeeper’s real feeling.  My niece has seen it, and so have you, and so have I. My niece, Mr. Vanstone, is a sensitive, high-spirited girl; and she has positively declined to cultivate Mrs. Lecount’s society for the future.  Don’t misunderstand me!  To my niece as well as to myself, the attraction of your society, Mr. Vanstone, remains the same.  Miss Bygrave simply declines to be an apple of discord (if you will permit the classical allusion) cast into your household.  I think she is right so far, and I frankly confess that I have exaggerated a nervous indisposition, from which she is really suffering, into a serious illness—­purely and entirely to prevent these two ladies for the present from meeting every day on the Parade, and from carrying unpleasant impressions of each other into your domestic establishment and mine.”

“I allow nothing unpleasant in my establishment,” remarked Noel Vanstone.  “I’m master—­you must have noticed that already, Mr. Bygrave—­I’m master.”

“No doubt of it, my dear sir.  But to live morning, noon, and night in the perpetual exercise of your authority is more like the life of a governor of a prison than the life of a master of a household.  The wear and tear—­consider the wear and tear.”

“It strikes you in that light, does it?” said Noel Vanstone, soothed by Captain Wragge’s ready recognition of his authority.  “I don’t know that you’re not right.  But I must take some steps directly.  I won’t be made ridiculous—­I’ll send Lecount away altogether, sooner than be made ridiculous.”  His color rose, and he folded his little arms fiercely.  Captain Wragge’s artfully irritating explanation had awakened that dormant suspicion of his housekeeper’s influence over him which habitually lay hidden in his mind, and which Mrs. Lecount was now not present to charm back to repose as usual.  “What must Miss Bygrave think of me!” he exclaimed, with a sudden outburst of vexation.  “I’ll send Lecount away.  Damme, I’ll send Lecount away on the spot!”

“No, no, no!” said the captain, whose interest it was to avoid driving Mrs. Lecount to any desperate extremities.  “Why take strong measures when mild measures will do?  Mrs. Lecount is an old servant; Mrs. Lecount is attached and useful.  She has this little drawback of jealousy—­jealousy of her domestic position with her bachelor master.  She sees you paying courteous attention to a handsome young lady; she sees that young lady properly sensible of your politeness; and, poor soul, she loses her temper!  What is the obvious remedy?  Humor her—­make a manly concession to the weaker sex.  If Mrs. Lecount is with you, the next time we meet on the Parade, walk the other way.  If Mrs. Lecount is not with you, give us the pleasure of your company by all means.  In short, my dear sir, try the suaviter in modo (as we classical men say) before you commit yourself to the fortiter in re!"