my life in an Indian jungle,—he was a remarkably good shot, you see. And again he pulled me through a pretty stiff illness in Tokio. I don't know how I should have got on without Trotter."
"You are really quite delicious, Mr. Eric Temple. By the way, did you allow the admirable Trotter to direct your affairs of the heart?"
"I did," said he promptly.
"That is rather disappointing," said she, shaking her head. "Trotter may not have played the game fairly, you know. With all the best intentions in the world, he may have taken advantage of your—shall I say indifference?"
"You may take my word for it, Mrs. Millidew, good old Trotter went to a great deal of pains to arrange a very suitable match for me," said he airily. "He was a most discriminating chap."
"How interesting," said she, stiffening slightly. "Am I permitted to inquire just what opportunities Thomas Trotter has had to select a suitable companion for the rather exotic Mr. Temple?"
"Fortunately," said he, "the rather exotic Mr. Temple approves entirely of the choice made by Thomas Trotter."
"I wouldn't trust a chauffeur too far, if I were you," said she, a little maliciously.
"Just how far would you trust one?" he inquired, lifting his eyebrows.
She smiled. "Well,—the length of Long Island," she said, with the utmost composure.
"Mr. Trotter's late employer would not, it appears, share your faith in the rascal," said he.
