However　he　would　sound　Clementina　without　betraying　himself。
  He　was　anticipated　by　a　slight　step　in　the　passage　and　the　pushing
  open　of　his　study　door。　　The　tall；　graceful　figure　of　the　girl
  herself　stood　in　the　opening。
  〃They　tell　me　Mr。　Grant　has　been　here。　　Does　he　stay　to　dinner？〃
  〃No；　he　has　an　engagement　at　the　hotel；　but　he　will　probably　drop
  in　later。　　Come　in；　Clemmy；　I　want　to　talk　to　you。　　Shut　the　door
  and　sit　down。〃
  She　slipped　in　quietly；　shut　the　door；　took　a　seat　on　the　sofa；
  softly　smoothed　down　her　gown；　and　turned　her　graceful　head　and
  serenely　composed　face　towards　him。　　Sitting　thus　she　looked　like
  some　finely　finished　painting　that　decorated　rather　than　belonged
  to　the　room；not　only　distinctly　alien　to　the　flesh　and　blood
  relative　before　her；　but　to　the　house；　and　even　the　local；
  monotonous　landscape　beyond　the　window　with　the　shining　new
  shingles　and　chimneys　that　cut　the　new　blue　sky。　　These　singular
  perfections　seemed　to　increase　in　Harcourt's　mind　the　exasperating
  sense　of　injury　inflicted　upon　him　by　'Lige's　exposures。　　With　a
  daughter　so　incomparably　gifted；a　matchless　creation　that　was
  enough　in　herself　to　ennoble　that　fortune　which　his　own　skill　and
  genius　had　lifted　from　the　muddy　tules　of　Tasajara　where　this　'Lige
  had　left　it；that　SHE　should　be　subjected　to　this　annoyance　seemed
  an　infamy　that　Providence　could　not　allow！　　What　was　his　mere
  venial　transgression　to　this　exaggerated　retribution？
  〃Clemmy；　girl；　I'm　going　to　ask　you　a　question。　　Listen；　pet。〃　　He
  had　begun　with　a　reminiscent　tenderness　of　the　epoch　of　her
  childhood；　but　meeting　the　unresponding　maturity　of　her　clear　eyes
  he　abandoned　it。　　〃You　know；　Clementina；　I　have　never　interfered　in
  your　affairs；　nor　tried　to　influence　your　friendships　for　anybody。
  Whatever　people　may　have　to　say　of　me　they　can't　say　that！　　I've
  always　trusted　you；　as　I　would　myself；　to　choose　your　own
  associates；　I　have　never　regretted　it；　and　I　don't　regret　it　now。
  But　I'd　like　to　knowI　have　reasons　to…day　for　askinghow　matters
  stand　between　you　and　Grant。〃
  The　Parian　head　of　Minerva　on　the　bookcase　above　her　did　not　offer
  the　spectator　a　face　less　free　from　maidenly　confusion　than
  Clementina's　at　that　moment。　　Her　father　had　certainly　expected
  none；　but　he　was　not　prepared　for　the　perfect　coolness　of　her
  reply。
  〃Do　you　mean；　have　I　ACCEPTED　him？〃
  〃No；wellyes。〃
  〃No；　then！　　Is　that　what　he　wished　to　see　you　about？　　It　was
  understood　that　he　was　not　to　allude　again　to　the　subject　to　any
  one。〃
  〃He　has　not　to　ME。　　It　was　only　my　own　idea。　　He　had　something　very
  different　to　tell　me。　　You　may　not　know；　Clementina；〃　he　begun
  cautiously；　〃that　I　have　been　lately　the　subject　of　some　anonymous
  slanders；　and　Grant　has　taken　the　trouble　to　track　them　down　for
  me。　　It　is　a　calumny　that　goes　back　as　far　as　Sidon；　and　I　may　want
  your　level　head　and　good　memory　to　help　me　to　refute　it。〃　　He　then
  repeated　calmly　and　clearly；　with　no　trace　of　the　fury　that　had
  raged　within　him　a　moment　before；　the　substance　of　Grant's
  revelation。
  The　young　girl　listened　without　apparent　emotion。　　When　he　had
  finished　she　said　quickly：　〃And　what　do　you　want　me　to　recollect？〃
  The　hardest　part　of　Harcourt's　task　was　coming。　　〃Well；　don't　you
  remember　that　I　told　you　the　day　the　surveyors　went　awaythatI
  had　bought　this　land　of　'Lige　Curtis　some　time　before？〃
  〃Yes；　I　remember　your　saying　so；　but〃
  〃But　what？〃
  〃I　thought　you　only　meant　that　to　satisfy　mother。〃
  Daniel　Harcourt　felt　the　blood　settling　round　his　heart；　but　he　was
  constrained　by　an　irresistible　impulse　to　know　the　worst。　　〃Well；
  what　did　YOU　think　it　really　was？〃
  〃I　only　thought　that　'Lige　Curtis　had　simply　let　you　have　it；
  that's　all。〃
  Harcourt　breathed　again。　　〃But　what　for？　　Why　should　he？〃
  〃WellON　MY　ACCOUNT。〃
  〃On　YOUR　account！　　What　in　Heaven's　name　had　YOU　to　do　with　it？〃
  〃He　loved　me。〃　　There　was　not　the　slightest　trace　of　vanity；　self…
  consciousness　or　coquetry　in　her　quiet；　fateful　face；　and　for　this
  very　reason　Harcourt　knew　that　she　was　speaking　the　truth。
  〃Loved　YOU！you；　Clementina！my　daughter！　　Did　he　ever　TELL　you
  so？〃
  〃Not　in　words。　　He　used　to　walk　up　and　down　on　the　road　when　I　was
  at　the　back　window　or　in　the　garden；　and　often　hung　about　the　bank
  of　the　creek　for　hours；　like　some　animal。　　I　don't　think　the　others
  saw　him；　and　when　they　did　they　thought　it　was　Parmlee　for
  Euphemia。　　Even　Euphemia　thought　so　too；　and　that　was　why　she　was
  so　conceited　and　hard　to　Parmlee　towards　the　end。　　She　thought　it
  was　Parmlee　that　night　when　Grant　and　Rice　came；　but　it　was　'Lige
  Curtis　who　had　been　watching　the　window　lights　in　the　rain；　and　who
  must　have　gone　off　at　last　to　speak　to　you　in　the　store。　　I　always
  let　Phemie　believe　that　it　was　Parmlee；it　seemed　to　please　her。〃
  There　was　not　the　least　tone　of　mischief　or　superiority；　or　even　of
  patronage　in　her　manner。　　It　was　as　quiet　and　cruel　as　the　fate
  that　might　have　led　'Lige　to　his　destruction。　　Even　her　father　felt
  a　slight　thrill　of　awe　as　she　paused。　　〃Then　he　never　really　spoke
  to　you？〃　he　asked　hurriedly。
  〃Only　once。　　I　was　gathering　swamp　lilies　all　alone；　a　mile　below
  the　bend　of　the　creek；　and　he　came　upon　me　suddenly。　　Perhaps　it
  was　that　I　didn't　jump　or　startI　didn't　see　anything　to　jump　or
  start　atthat　he　said；　'You're　not　frightened　at　me；　Miss
  Harcourt；　like　the　other　girls？　　You　don't　think　I'm　drunk　or　half
  madas　they　do？'　　I　don't　remember　exactly　what　I　said；　but　it
  meant　that　whether　he　was　drunk　or　half　mad　or　sober　I　didn't　see
  any　reason　to　be　afraid　of　him。　　And　then　he　told　me　that　if　I　was
  fond　of　swamp　lilies　I　might　have　all　I　wanted　at　his　place；　and
  for　the　matter　of　that　the　place　too；　as　he　was　going　away；　for　he
  couldn't　stand　the　loneliness　any　longer。　　He　said　that　he　had
  nothing　in　common　with　the　place　and　the　peopleno　more　than　I
  hadand　that　was　what　he　had　always　fancied　in　me。　　I　told　him
  that　if　he　felt　in　that　way　about　his　place　he　ought　to　leave　it；
  or　sell　it　to　some　one　who　cared　for　it；　and　go　away。　　That　must
  have　been　in　his　mind　when　he　offered　it　to　you；at　least　that's
  what　I　thought　when　you　told　us　you　had　bought　it。　　I　didn't　know
  but　what　he　might　have　told　you；　but　you　didn't　care　to　say　it
  before　mother。〃
  Mr。　Harcourt　sat　gazing　at　her　with　breathless　amazement。　　〃And
  youthink　that'Lige　Curtislovliked　you？〃
  〃Yes；　I　think　he　didand　that　he　does　now！〃
  〃NOW！　　What　do　you　mean？　　The　man　is　dead！〃　said　Harcourt　starting。
  〃That's　just　what　I　don't　believe。〃
  〃Impossible！　　Think　of　what　you　are　saying。〃
  〃I　never　could　quite　understand　or　feel　that　he　was　dead　when
  everybody　said　so；　and　now　that　I've　heard　this　story　I　KNOW　that
  he　is　living。〃
  〃But　why　did　he　not　make　himself　known　in　time　to　claim　the
  property？〃
  〃Because　he　did　not　care　for　it。〃
  〃What　did　he　care　for；　then？〃
  〃Me；　I　suppose。〃
  〃But　this　calumny　is　not　like　a　man　who　loves　you。〃
  〃It　is　like　a　JEALOUS　one。〃
  With　an　effort　Harcourt　threw　off　his　bewildered　incredulity　and
  grasped　the　situation。　　He　would　have　to　contend　with　his　enemy　in
  the　flesh　and　blood；　but　that　flesh　and　blood　would　be　very　weak　in
  the　hands　of　the　impassive　girl　beside　him。　　His　face　lightened。
  The　same　idea　might　have　been　in　Clementina's　mind　when　she　spoke
  again；　although　her　face　had　remained　unchanged。　　〃I　do　not　see　why
  YOU　should　bother　yourself　further　about　it；〃　she　said。　　〃It　is
  only　a　matter　between　myself　and　him；　you　can　leave　it　to　me。〃
  〃But　if　you　are　mistaken　and　he　should　not　be　living？〃
  〃I　am　not　mistaken。　　I　am　even　certain　now　that　I　have　seen　him。〃
  〃Seen　him！〃
  〃Yes；〃　said　the　girl　with　the　first　trace　of　animation　in　her　face。
  〃It　was　four　or　five　months　ago　when　we　were　visiting　the　Briones
  at　Monterey。　　We　had　ridden　out　to　the　old　Mission　by　moonlight。
  There　were　some　Mexicans　lounging　around　the　posada；　and　one　of
  them　attracted　my　attention　by　the　way　he　seemed　to　watch　me；
  without　revealing　any　more　of　his　face　than　I　could　see　between　his
  serape　and　the　black　silk　handkerchief　that　was　tied　around　his
  head　under　his　sombrero。　　But　I　knew　he　was　an　Americanand　his
  eyes　were　familiar。　　I　believe　it　was　he。〃
  〃Why　did　you　not　speak　of　it　before？〃
  The　look　of　animation　died　out　of　the　girl's　face。　　〃Why　should　I？〃
  she　said　listlessly。　　〃I　did　not　know　of　these　reports　then。　　He
  was　nothing　more　to　us。　　You　wouldn't　have　cared　to　see　him　again。〃
  She　rose；　smoothed　out　her　skirt　and　stood　looking　at　her　father。
  〃There　is　one　thing；　of　course；　that　you'll　do　at　once。〃
  Her　voice　had　changed　so　oddly　that　he　said　quickly：　〃What's　that？〃
  〃Call　Grant　off　the　scent。　　He'll　only　frighten　or　exasperate　your
  game；　and　that's　what　you　don't　want。〃
  Her　voic