Ellen chose to protest, or thought it fair to do so.  “I don’t believe she is doing him any harm.  She just lets him talk out, and everybody else checks him up so.  It was nice of her to come and talk with me, when we had all been keeping away from her.  Perhaps he sent her, though.  She says they have always been such good friends because she wouldn’t be anything else from the beginning.”

“I don’t see why she need have told you that.”

“Oh, it was just to show he was run after.  I wonder if he thinks we are running after him?  Momma, I am tired of him!  I wish he wouldn’t speak to me any more.”

“Why! do you really dislike him, Ellen?”

“No, not dislike him.  But it tires me to have him trying to amuse me.  Don’t you understand?”

Mrs. Kenton said yes, she understood, but she was clear only of the fact that Ellen seemed flushed and weak at that moment.  She believed that it was Miss Rasmith and not Mr. Breckon who was to blame, but she said:  “Well, you needn’t worry about it long.  It will only be a day or two now till we get to Boulogne, and then he will leave us.  Hadn’t you better go down now, and rest awhile in your berth?  I will bring your things.”

Ellen rose, pulling her wraps from her skirts to give them to her mother.  A voice from behind said between their meeting shoulders:  “Oh, are you going down?  I was just coming to beg Miss Kenton to take a little walk with me,” and they looked round together and met Breckon’s smiling face.

“I’m afraid,” Mrs. Kenton began, and then, like a well-trained American mother, she stopped and left the affair to her daughter.

“Do you think you can get down with them, momma?” the girl asked, and somehow her mother’s heart was lightened by her evasion, not to call it uncandor.  It was at least not morbid, it was at least like other girls, and Mrs. Kenton imparted what comfort there was in it to the judge, when he asked where she had left Ellen.

“Not that it’s any use,” she sighed, when she had seen him share it with a certain shamefacedness.  “That woman has got her grip on him, and she doesn’t mean to let go.”

Kenton understood Miss Rasmith by that woman; but he would not allow himself to be so easily cast down.  This was one of the things that provoked Mrs. Kenton with him; when he had once taken hope he would not abandon it without reason.  “I don’t see any evidence of her having her grip on him.  I’ve noticed him, and he doesn’t seem attentive to her.  I should say he tried to avoid her.  He certainly doesn’t avoid Ellen.”

“What are you thinking of, Rufus?”

“What are you?  You know we’d both be glad if he fancied her.”

“Well, suppose we would?  I don’t deny it.  He is one of the most agreeable gentlemen I ever saw; one of the kindest and nicest.”

“He’s more than that,” said the judge.  “I’ve been sounding him on various points, and I don’t see where he’s wrong.  Of course, I don’t know much about his religious persuasion, if it is one, but I think I’m a pretty fair judge of character, and that young man has character.  He isn’t a light person, though he likes joking and laughing, and he appreciates Ellen.”