“But,” said Stanner, furiously interposing, “I’ve a warrant to seize that wherever found, and I dare you to disobey the law.”

“Mr. Stanner,” said Clinch, slowly, “there are ladies present.  If you insist upon having that package I must ask them to withdraw, and I’m afraid you’ll find me better prepared to resist a second robbery than I was the first.  Your warrant, which was taken out by the Express Company, is supplanted by civil proceedings taken the day before yesterday against the property of the fugitive swindler Harkins!  You should have consulted the sheriff before you came here.”

Stanner saw his mistake.  But in the faces of his grinning followers he was obliged to keep up his bluster.  “You shall hear from me again, sir,” he said, turning on his heel.

“I beg your pardon,” said Clinch grimly, “but do I understand that at last I am to have the honor—­”

“You shall hear from the Company’s lawyers, sir,” said Stanner turning red, and noisily leaving the room.

“And so, my dear ladies,” said Colonel Clinch, “you have spent a week with a highwayman.  I say A highwayman, for it would be hard to call my young friend Falkner by that name for his first offence, committed under great provocation, and undoubtedly instigated by Lee, who was an old friend of his, and to whom he came, no doubt, in desperation.”

Kate stole a triumphant glance at her sister, who dropped her lids over her glistening eyes.  “And this Mr. Lee,” she continued more gently, “is he really a highwayman?”

“George Lee,” said Clinch, settling himself back oratorically in his chair, “my dear young lady, is a highwayman, but not of the common sort.  He is a gentleman born, madam, comes from one of the oldest families of the Eastern Shore of Maryland.  He never mixes himself up with anything but some of the biggest strikes, and he’s an educated man.  He is very popular with ladies and children; he was never known to do or say anything that could bring a blush to the cheek of beauty or a tear to the eye of innocence.  I think I may say I’m sure you found him so.”

“I shall never believe him anything but a gentleman,” said Mrs. Scott, firmly.

“If he has a defect, it is perhaps a too reckless indulgence in draw poker,” said the Colonel, musingly; “not unbecoming a gentleman, understand me, Mrs. Scott, but perhaps too reckless for his own good.  George played a grand game, a glittering game, but pardon me if I say an uncertain game.  I’ve told him so; it’s the only point on which we ever differed.”

“Then you know him?” said Mrs. Hale, lifting her soft eyes to the Colonel.

“I have that honor.”

“Did his appearance, Josephine,” broke in Hale, somewhat ostentatiously, “appear to—­er—­er—­correspond with these qualities?  You know what I mean.”

“He certainly seemed very simple and natural,” said Mrs. Hale, slightly drawing her pretty lips together.  “He did not wear his trousers rolled up over his boots in the company of ladies, as you’re doing now, nor did he make his first appearance in this house with such a hat as you wore this morning, or I should not have admitted him.”