"I thought, sir," she began, "you might like me to read to you, as
usual."

"Thank you, Mrs. Bradley, but I am going to relieve you of that portion
of your labors. My young friend here is to come every evening and read
to me."

"Indeed!" ejaculated the housekeeper in a tone of chilly displeasure,
and a sharp glance at Frank, which indicated no great amount of
cordiality. "Then, as I am intruding, I will take my leave."

There was something in her tone that made Frank feel uncomfortable.



CHAPTER IX

THE HOUSEKEEPER'S NEPHEW


"By no means," said Mr. Wharton, as the housekeeper was about to
withdraw; "don't imagine you are intruding. Come in and sit down."

"Thank you, sir," said Mrs. Bradley, in a measured tone. "You are very
considerate, I am sure, but if you'll excuse me, I won't come in this
evening."

"Mrs. Bradley has been with me a good many years," explained Mr.
Wharton, "and I dare say she feels a little disturbed at seeing another
occupy her place, even in a duty like this."