After a swift glance of observation that gave her food for thought
she did so.

"You are Brooks, the new gardener?"

The young man inclined his head.

"Yes, madam. The butler said you wanted to speak to me."

Miss Cornelia regarded him anew. His hands look soft--for a
gardener's, she thought. And his manners seem much too good for one
--Still--

"Come in," she said briskly. The young man advanced another two
steps. "You're the man my niece engaged in the city this afternoon?"

"Yes, madam." He seemed a little uneasy under her searching
scrutiny. She dropped her eyes.

"I could not verify your references as the Brays are in Canada--"
she proceeded.

The young man took an eager step forward. "I am sure if Mrs. Bray
were here--" he began, then flushed and stopped, twisting his cap.

"Were here?" said Miss Cornelia in a curious voice. "Are you a
professional gardener?"

"Yes." The young man's manner had grown a trifle defiant but Miss
Cornelia's next question followed remorselessly.