“You remember, nobody was to use it but me.”

A curious recollection of the time when it was given and of the feeling, half condescending, half haughty, with which it had been given, came over Elizabeth; and for a moment or two she was a little confused.  Whether Winthrop recollected it too or whether he had a mischievous mind that she should, he said presently,

“And what’s become of your horse, Miss Elizabeth?”

“He’s very well,” she said.  “At least —­ I don’t know I am sure how he is, for he is up in the country.”

Winthrop rose at the instant to greet Mr. Herder, and Elizabeth did not know whether the smile on his lips was for him or at her.

“Ah!  Wint’rop,” said the new-comer, “how do you do!  I thought you would not come here wiz me this morning?”

“I thought not too, sir.”

“How did you come?  Miss Elisabet’ did make you.”

“Miss Elizabeth’s father.”

“He is a strange man, Miss Elisabet’! —­ he would not come for me —­ I could not bring him —­ neizer for de love of me, nor for de love of you, nor for love of himself.  He does like to have his way.  And now he is here —­ I do not know what for; but I am very glad to see him.”

He walked Winthrop off.

“He is a strange man,” thought Elizabeth; —­ “he don’t seem to care in the least what he ever did or may do; he would just as lief remind me of it as not.  It is very odd that he shouldn’t want to come here, too.”

She sat still and worked alone.  When Mr. Haye by and by came in, he joined Winthrop and Mr. Herder, and they three formed a group which even the serving of tea and coffee did not break up.  Elizabeth’s eye glanced over now and then towards the interested heads of the talkers, and then at Rose and Mr. Satterthwaite, who on the other side were also enough for each other’s contentment and seemed to care for no interruption.  Elizabeth interrupted nobody.

But so soon as awhile after tea Mr. Satterthwaite left the company, Rose tripped across to the other group and placed her pretty person over against the naturalist and his young friend.

“Mr. Herder, you are taking up all of Mr. Landholm —­ I haven’t seen him or spoken to him the whole evening.”

“Dere he is, Miss Rose,” said the naturalist.  “Do what you like wiz him.”

“But you don’t give a chance.  Mr. Landholm, are you as great a favourite with everybody as you are with Mr. Herder?”

“Everybody does not monopolize me, Miss Cadwallader.”

“I wished so much you would come over our side —­ I wanted to make you acquainted with Mr. Satterthwaite.”

Winthrop bowed, and Mr. Haye remarked that Mr. Satterthwaite was not much to be acquainted with.

“No, but still —­ he’s very pleasant,” Rose said.  “And how is everything up at your lovely place, Mr. Landholm?”

“Cold, at present, Miss Cadwallader.”