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In a fever of eager haste he bathed and attired hi One query filled the American's mind: "I wonder if I am to sit beside her" And then: "I have sat beside her! There can never again be such delight!"

It was seven o'clock before his rather unusual toilet was coone to the diner, Hedrick," he said to the man-servant, who departed ceremoniously

"I don't knohy he should be so daly after hi That reminds me I must introduce myself She doesn't know me froone to the dining car and were awaiting him there He hurried to the diner and made his way to their table Uncle Caspar and his niece were facing him as he caret, that he was to sit beside the aunt--directly opposite the girl, however She s He saw the expression of inquiry in those deep, liquid eyes of violet as their gaze wandered over his hair

"Your head? I see no bandage," she said, reproachfully

"There is a serous wounds," he said, laughingly

"Is heroism in America measured by the number of stitches or the size of the plaster?" she asked, pointedly "In my country it is a joy, and not a calamity Wounds are the misfortune of valor Pray, be seated, Mr Lorry is it not?" she said, pronouncing it quaintly

He sat down rather suddenly on hearing her utter his name How had she learned it? Not a soul on the train knew it, he was sure

"I aenslocker Perenslocker," said the uncle,uttered before

In a daze, stunned by the naenslocker, mystified over their acquaintance with his ohen he had been foiled at every fair attements In all his life he had never lost coenslocker! He could feel the dank sweat of disappoint on his brow A butcher,--a beer enslocker A sausage lance unconcernedly at her as he took up his napkin, but his eyes wavered helplessly She was looking serenely at him, yet he fancied he saw a shadow of mockery in her blue eyes