“Oh, I see!  Would you mind telling me the names of the two gentlemen?”

“Mr. John Moffat and Mr. William McNeil.  Unfortunately, I know neither personally.”

“And the young lady?”

“A Miss Phoebe Spencer; she has but lately arrived from the East to take charge of our new school—­a most interesting and charming young woman, and she is proving of great assistance to me in church work.”

The lieutenant cleared his throat, and emitted a sigh of suddenly awakened memory.  “I fear I can offer you no advice, for if, as I begin to suspect,—­though she sought most bravely to avoid the issue and despatch me upon a false trail,—­she prove to be that same fascinating young person I met this morning, my entire sympathies are with the gentlemen concerned.  I might even be strongly tempted to do likewise at her solicitation.”

“You?  Why, you arrived only this morning, and do you mean to say you have met already?”

“I at least suspect as much, for there can scarcely exist two in this town who will fill the description.  My memory holds the vision of a fair young face, vivacious, ever changing in its expression, yet constantly both piquant and innocent; a perfect wealth of hair, a pair of serious eyes hiding mysteries within their depths, and lips which seem made to kiss.  Tell me, is not this a fairly drawn portrait of your Miss Spencer?”

The minister gripped his hands nervously together.  “Your description is not unjust; indeed, it is quite accurate from a mere outer point of view; yet beneath her vivacious manner I have found her thoughtful, and possessed of deep spiritual yearnings.  In the East she was a communicant of the Episcopal Church.”

Brant did not answer him at once.  He was studying the minister’s downcast face; but when the latter finally turned to depart, he inquired, “Do you expect to attend the reception to-morrow evening?”

Wynkoop stammered slightly.  “I—­I could hardly refuse under the circumstances; the committee sent me an especially urgent invitation, and I understand there is to be no dancing until late.  One cannot be too straight-laced out here.”

“Oh, never mind apologizing.  I see no reason why you need hesitate to attend.  I merely wondered if you could procure me an invitation.”

“Did she tell you about it?”

“Well, she delicately hinted at it, and, you know, things are pretty slow here in a social way.  She merely suggested that I might possibly meet her again there.”

“Of course; it is given in her honor.”

“So I understood, although she sought to deceive me into the belief that she was not the lady.  We met purely by accident, you understand, and I am desirous of a more formal presentation.”

The minister drew in his breath sharply, but the clasp of his extended hand was not devoid of warmth.  “I will have a card of invitation sent you at the camp.  The committee will be very glad of your presence; only I warn you frankly regarding the lady, that competition will be strong.”