his beam-ends. He could not very well say because he had suddenly begun
to admire her very much! At this stage he had not decided what he meant
to do.

An unusual excitement was permeating his being; he could not account for
how or why. He had felt no sensation like it, except on one of his lion
hunts in Africa when the news had come into camp that an exceptionally
fine beast had been discovered near and might be stalked on the morrow.
His sporting instincts seemed to be thoroughly awakened.

Meanwhile Countess Shulski had turned once more to Sir Philip Armstrong,
the railway magnate. He was telling her about Canada and she listened
with awakening interest: how there were openings for every one and great
fortunes could be made there by the industrious and persevering.

"It has not come to a point, then, when artists could have a chance, I
suppose?" she asked. Lord Tancred wondered at the keenness in her voice.

"Modern artists?" Sir Philip queried. "Perhaps not, though the rich men
are beginning to buy pictures and beautiful things, too; but in a new
country it is the man of sinew and determination, not the dreamer, who
succeeds."

Her head then drooped a little; her interest now seemed only mechanical,
as she answered again, "Yes" and "No."

Lord Tancred wondered and wondered; he saw that her thoughts were far
away.

Francis Markrute had been watching things minutely while he kept up his