"Well, I don't mind," said Red, heroically, "as long as my cheek doesn't
swell; I won't go with a swelled face."

"What would it matter? He knows that your face is alike on both sides
_usually_."

"Still, I shouldn't like it," replied Red, with a touch of obstinacy.

Eliza, however, was of a very different mind about this same young man.
She had not taken her new situation with any desire to see more of him;
rather she hoped that by seeing him oftener she should more quickly put
an end to his addresses.

The "Grand Hotel" of Chellaston was, as Miss Rexford had said, a
boarding-house. It had few transient visitors. The only manufacturer of
the village, and his wife, lived in it all the year round; so did one of
the shopkeepers. Several other quiet people lived there all winter; in
summer the prices were raised, and it was filled to overflowing by more
fashionable visitors from the two cities that were within a short
journey. This "hotel" was an enormous wooden house, built in the
simplest fashion, a wide corridor running from front to rear on each
storey, on which the room doors opened. Rooms and corridors were large,
lofty, and well-lighted by large windows. The dining-room,
billiard-room, office, and bar-room, on the ground-floor, together with
the stairs and corridors, were uncarpeted, painted all over a light
slate grey. With the exception of healthy geraniums in most of the
windows, there was little ornament in these ground-floor rooms; but all
was new, clean, and airy. The upper rooms were more heavily furnished,
but were most of them shut up in winter. All the year round the landlord