"Mr. Munder says he don't know but what it may be worse than thieves," replied Betsey. "It's the foreigner again, if you please, ma'am. He come up and rung at the door as bold as brass, and asked if he could see Mrs. Frankland."
"The foreigner!" exclaimed Rosamond, laying her hand eagerly on her husband's arm.
"Yes, ma'am" said Betsey. "Him as come here to go over the house along with the lady—"
Rosamond, with characteristic impulsiveness started to her feet. "Let me go down!" she began.
"Wait," interposed Leonard, catching her by the hand. "There is not the least need for you to go downstairs. Show the foreigner up here," he continued, addressing himself to Betsey, "and tell Mr. Munder that we will take the management of this business into our own hands."
Rosamond sat down again by h
