MissRoseydidnothoweverimmediatelyavailherselfofherfather’spurchase，butcontentedherselfwiththeusualscarletribbonthatlikeasnoodconfinedherbrownhair，whenshereturnedtohertasks。Thespacebetweenthegalleyandthebulwarkshadbeenherfavoriteresortinsummerwhennotactuallyengagedinhouseholdwork。Itwasnowlightlyroofedoverwithboardsandtarpaulinagainstthewinterrain，butstillaffordedheraveranda-likespacebeforethegallerydoor，whereshecouldreadorsew，lookingoverthebowofthePontiactothetossingbayorthefurtherrangeoftheContraCostahills。
HitherMissRoseybroughtthepurpleprodigy，partlytopleaseherfather，partlywithaviewofsubjectingittoviolentradicalchanges。Butaftertryingitonbeforethetinymirrorinthegalleyonceortwice，herthoughtswanderedaway，andshefellintooneofherhabitualreveriesseatedonalittlestoolbeforethegalleydoor。
Shewasrousedfromitbytheslightshakingandrattlingofthedoorsofasmallhatchonthedeck，notadozenyardsfromwhereshesat。Ithadbeenevidentlyfastenedfrombelowduringthewetweather，butasshegazed，thefasteningswereremoved，thedoorsweresuddenlylifted，andtheheadandshouldersofayoungmanemergedfromthedeck。Partlyfromherfather’sdescription，andpartlyfromtheimpossibilityofitsbeinganybodyelse，sheatonceconceivedittobethenewlodger。Shehadtimetonotethathewasyoungandgood-looking，graverperhapsthanbecamehissuddenpantomimicappearance，butbeforeshecouldobservehimclosely，hehadturned，closedthehatchwithacertainfamiliardexterity，andwalkedslowlytowardsthebows。Eveninherslightbewilderment，sheobservedthathisstepuponthedeckseemeddifferenttoherfather’sorthephotographer’s，andthathelaidhishandonvariousobjectswithahalf-caressingeaseandhabit。
Presentlyhepausedandturnedback，andglancingatthegalleydoorforthefirsttimeencounteredherwonderingeyes。
Itseemedsoevidentthatshehadbeenacuriousspectatorofhisabruptentranceondeckthathewasatfirstdisconcertedandconfused。Butafterasecondglanceatherheappearedtoresumehiscomposure，andadvancedalittledefiantlytowardsthegalley。