"
And the Interpreter saw that her cheeks were crimson.
"A young girl's first love is not in the least silly or foolish, my
dear," he said.
She made an effort to speak lightly. "Well, fortunately, mine did not
last long."
"I know," he returned, "but I thought perhaps because of the friendship
between John and the Captain--"
"I could scarcely see much of one of the common workmen in my father's
mill, could I?" she asked, warmly. "I must admit, though," she added,
with an odd note in her voice, "that I admire his good sense in never
accepting John's invitations to the house."
And then, suddenly, to the consternation of her companion, her eyes
filled with tears.
The Interpreter looked away toward the beautiful country beyond the
squalid Plats, the busy city, the smoke-clouded Mill.
There was a sound of some one knocking at the front door of the hut.
Through the living room Helen saw her chauffeur.
"Yes, Tom," she called, "I am coming."
To the Interpreter she said, hurriedly, "I have really stayed longer
than I should. I promised mother that I would be home early. She is so
worried about father, I do not like to leave her, but I felt that I
must see you. I--I haven't said at all the things I--wanted to say.
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