"To Phil Meadows? Oh, nothing. I just slipped in a remark here
and there, whenever he talked nonsense. I used to speak just at
the right time, you know."

"But how had your words such influence, Miss Foster?"

"Oh, well, you know, Mr. Carter, I made it a condition that he
should do just what I wanted in little things like that. Did he
think I was going to walk about with a man carrying a brown paper
parcel--as if we had been to the shop for a pound of tea?"

"Still, I don't see why he should alter all his--"

"Oh, you are stupid! Of course, he liked me, you know."

"Oh, did he? I see."

"You seem to think that very funny."

"Not that he did--but that, apparently, he doesn't."

"Well you got out of that rather neatly--for you. No, he doesn't
now. You see, he misunderstood my motive. He thought--well, I
do believe he thought I cared for him, you know. Of course I
didn't."

"Not a bit?"

"Just as a friend--and a pupil, you know. And when he'd had his