CHAPTER XIX.
THROUGH GWEN'S WINDOW When I told The Pilot of Lady Charlotte's purpose to visit Gwen, he was not too well pleased.
"What does she want with Gwen ?" he said impatiently.

"She will just put notions into her head and make the child discontented." "Why should she ?" said I.
"She won't mean to, but she belongs to another world, and Gwen cannot talk to her without getting glimpses of a life that will make her long for what she can never have," said The Pilot.
"But suppose it is not idle curiosity in Lady Charlotte," I suggested.
"I don't say it is quite that," he answered, "but these people love a sensation." "I don't think you know Lady Charlotte," I replied.

"I hardly think from her tone the other night that she is a sensation hunter." "At any rate," he answered, decidedly, "she is not to worry poor Gwen." I was a little surprised at his attitude, and felt that he was unfair to Lady Charlotte, but I forbore to argue with him on the matter.

He could not bear to think of any person or thing threatening the peace of his beloved Gwen.
The very first Saturday after my promise was given we were surprised to see Lady Charlotte ride up to the door of our shack in the early morning.
"You see, I am not going to let you off," she said, as I greeted her.
"And the day is so very fine for a ride." I hastened to apologize for not going to her, and then to get out of my difficulty, rather meanly turned toward The Pilot, and said: "The Pilot doesn't approve of our visit." "And why not, may I ask ?" said Lady Charlotte, lifting her eyebrows.
The Pilot's face burned, partly with wrath at me, and partly with embarrassment; for Lady Charlotte had put on her grand air.

But he stood to his guns.
"I was saying, Lady Charlotte," he said, looking straight into her eyes, "that you and Gwen have little in common--and--and--" he hesitated.
"Little in common!" said Lady Charlotte quietly.