‘Good-afternoon,’ replied Julia, ’but I don’t know who you are; do I?  O yes, I do though.  You are the nice man that gave us leave to sketch from the old houseboat.’

Gideon’s heart leaped with fear.

‘That’s it,’ returned the man.  ’And what I wanted to say was as you couldn’t do it any more.  You see I’ve let it.’

‘Let it!’ cried Julia.

‘Let it for a month,’ said the man.  ’Seems strange, don’t it?  Can’t see what the party wants with it?’

‘It seems very romantic of him, I think,’ said Julia, ’What sort of a person is he?’

Julia in her canoe, the landlord in his wherry, were close alongside, and holding on by the gunwale of the houseboat; so that not a word was lost on Gideon.

‘He’s a music-man,’ said the landlord, ’or at least that’s what he told me, miss; come down here to write an op’ra.’

‘Really!’ cried Julia, ’I never heard of anything so delightful!  Why, we shall be able to slip down at night and hear him improvise!  What’ is his name?’

‘Jimson,’ said the man.

‘Jimson?’ repeated Julia, and interrogated her memory in vain.  But indeed our rising school of English music boasts so many professors that we rarely hear of one till he is made a baronet.  ’Are you sure you have it right?’

‘Made him spell it to me,’ replied the landlord.  ’J-I-M-S-O-N—­Jimson; and his op’ra’s called—­some kind of tea.’

‘Some kind of tea!’ cried the girl.  ’What a very singular name for an opera!  What can it be about?’ And Gideon heard her pretty laughter flow abroad.  ’We must try to get acquainted with this Mr Jimson; I feel sure he must be nice.’

’Well, miss, I’m afraid I must be going on.  I’ve got to be at Haverham, you see.’

‘O, don’t let me keep you, you kind man!’ said Julia.  ‘Good afternoon.’

‘Good afternoon to you, miss.’

Gideon sat in the cabin a prey to the most harrowing thoughts.  Here he was anchored to a rotting houseboat, soon to be anchored to it still more emphatically by the presence of the corpse, and here was the country buzzing about him, and young ladies already proposing pleasure parties to surround his house at night.  Well, that meant the gallows; and much he cared for that.  What troubled him now was Julia’s indescribable levity.  That girl would scrape acquaintance with anybody; she had no reserve, none of the enamel of the lady.  She was familiar with a brute like his landlord; she took an immediate interest (which she lacked even the delicacy to conceal) in a creature like Jimson!  He could conceive her asking Jimson to have tea with her!  And it was for a girl like this that a man like Gideon—­Down, manly heart!