"Well, I never," she said. "Who ever heard such a thing?"
"Well, you've heard of it now," said he. "Blessington, I believe there's somebody else after you. I say, did you ever have any lovers once upon a time?"
Blessington looked solemn again.
"Well, there was your papa's game-keeper once," she said, "who made a silly of himself, as if I'd got nothing better to do than go and marry him. I didn't suffer any of his nonsense.… And there's the sound of the motor. That'll be your mamma and Miss Jessie coming. There's a nice young lady now!"
"Do you like her better than Miss Helena?" asked Archie.
Blessington nodded her head very emphatically.
"Not that I say she isn't a nice young lady, too," she said mysteriously.
"What's the matter with her then?" asked Archie.
Blessington looked the incarnation of discretion.
"I say nothing," she said. "But there's some as are artful, and some as are not. Now, my dear, you must go and see your mamma, or she'll be wondering where you are."
"I'm with my young woman," said Archie.
"There! Get along with you," said Blessington. "Eh, Master Archie, I love a talk over old times with you."
Archie went reluctantly away to greet his mother and Jessie, for these talks with Blessington had become to him a sort of oasis in this weary wilderness of scorching sand through which he had to travel all day and for many hours of the night. She was the comforter of the troubles of his earliest childhood; it was she who had always been by him if some nightmare snatched him from sleep, or if the dark developed terrors, and that habit of calling on her for aid, established among
