She looked downward, twisting herself a little in her seat.  “I am willing to see him—­I thought you objected,” she faltered.

In a flash he understood that she knew the extent of Haskett’s claims.  Perhaps it was not the first time she had resisted them.

“My objecting has nothing to do with it,” he said coldly; “if Haskett has a right to be consulted you must consult him.”

She burst into tears, and he saw that she expected him to regard her as a victim.

Haskett did not abuse his rights.  Waythorn had felt miserably sure that he would not.  But the governess was dismissed, and from time to time the little man demanded an interview with Alice.  After the first outburst she accepted the situation with her usual adaptability.  Haskett had once reminded Waythorn of the piano-tuner, and Mrs. Waythorn, after a month or two, appeared to class him with that domestic familiar.  Waythorn could not but respect the father’s tenacity.  At first he had tried to cultivate the suspicion that Haskett might be “up to” something, that he had an object in securing a foothold in the house.  But in his heart Waythorn was sure of Haskett’s single-mindedness; he even guessed in the latter a mild contempt for such advantages as his relation with the Waythorns might offer.  Haskett’s sincerity of purpose made him invulnerable, and his successor had to accept him as a lien on the property.

Mr. Sellers was sent to Europe to recover from his gout, and Varick’s affairs hung on Waythorn’s hands.  The negotiations were prolonged and complicated; they necessitated frequent conferences between the two men, and the interests of the firm forbade Waythorn’s suggesting that his client should transfer his business to another office.

Varick appeared well in the transaction.  In moments of relaxation his coarse streak appeared, and Waythorn dreaded his geniality; but in the office he was concise and clear-headed, with a flattering deference to Waythorn’s judgment.  Their business relations being so affably established, it would have been absurd for the two men to ignore each other in society.  The first time they met in a drawing-room, Varick took up their intercourse in the same easy key, and his hostess’s grateful glance obliged Waythorn to respond to it.  After that they ran across each other frequently, and one evening at a ball Waythorn, wandering through the remoter rooms, came upon Varick seated beside his wife.  She colored a little, and faltered in what she was saying; but Varick nodded to Waythorn without rising, and the latter strolled on.

In the carriage, on the way home, he broke out nervously:  “I didn’t know you spoke to Varick.”

Her voice trembled a little.  “It’s the first time—­he happened to be standing near me; I didn’t know what to do.  It’s so awkward, meeting everywhere—­and he said you had been very kind about some business.”

“That’s different,” said Waythorn.