"'He didn't refer to it as flirtation,' says she. 'He regarded it as
kindness to a lonely man in a strange land.'

"'I think you'll be all right,' says I. 'There's all the makings of a
good husband in him--seems to be simple-minded enough, anyhow.'

"'He has a very lovable personality when you once know him,' says she.
'All sailors are apt to be thoughtless.'

"'I should try and break him of it later on,' says I.

"'Besides, she was a bit of a fool herself, going away and leaving no
address,' adds she; and having reached her turning, we said good-night to
one another.

"About a month passed after that without anything happening. For the
first week Marie was as merry as a kitten, but as the days went by, and
no sign came, she grew restless and excited. Then one morning she came
into the Cafe twice as important as she had gone out the night before,
and I could see by her face that her little venture was panning out
successfully. She waited till we had the Cafe to ourselves, which
usually happened about mid-day, and then she took a letter out of her
pocket and showed it me. It was a nice respectful letter containing
sentiments that would have done honour to a churchwarden. Thanks to
Marie's suggestions, for which he could never be sufficiently grateful,
and which proved her to be as wise as she was good and beautiful, he had
traced Mrs. Sleight, nee Mary Godselle, to Quebec. From Quebec, on the
death of her uncle, she had left to take a situation as waitress in a New
York hotel, and he was now on his way there to continue his search. The
result he would, with Miss Marie's permission, write and inform her. If