"The last two nights you have spoiled me," she said. "I have so
many evil thoughts and I am afraid to go home."

"I am sorry. If I could think of anything or anywhere - "

"No, you must take me home, please," said she. "It was selfish of
me. Only Mademoiselle Idiale is such a wonderful person. Do you
think that she will want you every night?"

"Of course not," he laughed. "Come, I will make an engagement with
you. We will have supper together to-morrow evening."

She brightened up at once.

"I wonder," she asked timidly, a few minutes afterwards, "have you
heard anything from Arthur? He promised to send a telegram from
Queenstown."

Laverick shook his head. He said nothing about the marconigram he
had sent, or the answer which he had received informing him that
there was no such person on board. It seemed scarcely worth while
to worry her.

"I have heard nothing," he replied. "Of course, he must be half-way
to America by now."

"There have been no more inquiries about him?" she asked.

"No more than the usual ones from his friends, and a few creditors.
The latter I am paying as they come. But there is one thing you