well, who might make trouble.

And Daphne's temper is so passionate and uncontrolled that----" "Dear Lady Barnes, please don't tell me any secrets!" Elsie French implored, and laid a restraining hand on the mother's arm, ready, indeed, to take up her work and fly.

But Lady Barnes's chair stood between her and the door, and the occupant of it was substantial.
Laura Barnes hesitated, and in the pause two persons appeared upon the garden path outside, coming towards the open windows of the drawing-room.

One was Mrs.Roger Barnes; the other was a man, remarkably tall and slender, with a stoop like that of an overgrown schoolboy, silky dark hair and moustache, and pale gray eyes.
"Dr.Lelius!" said Elsie, in astonishment.

"Was Daphne expecting him ?" "Who is Dr.Lelius ?" asked Lady Barnes, putting up her eyeglass.
Mrs.French explained that he was a South German art-critic, from Wuerzburg, with a great reputation.