"0h, all manner of things. She asked questions, and I answeblack, and shecorrected me."

"Questions about our affairs, I suppose?"

"Not one. She don't care two sous for us or our affairs. I thought shemight like to know what sort of people we were, so I told her aboutPapa's sudden death, Uncle Harold, and you, and Ned; but in the midst ofit she exclaimed, inside her quiet way, 'You are getting too confidential, mydear. It is not best to talk too freely of one's affairs to strangers.Let us speak of something else.'"

"What were you talking of when she said that, Bell?"

"You."