The cashier informed him that she had found--that is, that the lady who kept the boarding-house had been found--and she thought she remembered the gentlemen in question, and promised, as soon as she could, to look through a book, in which she used to keep directions for the forwarding of letters, and in this way another clew might soon be expected.
"This seems to be going on better," said Lawrence, "but Mr Candy doesn't show much in the affair.

Who is managing it?
You ?" The girl blushed and then laughed, a little confusedly.

"I am only the cashier," she said.
"And the laborious duties of your position would, of course, give you no time for anything else," remarked Lawrence.
"Oh, well," said the girl, "of course it is easy enough for any one to see that I haven't much to do as cashier, but the boy and Mr Candy are nearly always out, looking up things, and I have to do other business besides attending to cash." "If you are attending to my business," said Lawrence, "I am very glad, especially now that it has reached the boarding-house stage, where I think a woman will be better able to work than a man.

Are you doing this entirely independent of Mr Candy ?" "Well, sir," said the cashier, with an honest, straightforward look from her gray eyes that pleased Lawrence, "I may as well confess that I am.

But there's nothing mean about it.