"Please telegraph me full title and address Princess Aline of
Hohenwald. Where would a letter reach her?

"MORTON CARLTON."


The next morning Nolan carried to the express office a box
containing two oil-paintings on small canvases. They were
addressed to the man in London who attended to the shipping
and forwarding of Carlton's pictures in that town.


There was a tremendous crowd on the New York. She sailed at
the obliging hour of eleven in the morning, and many people,
in consequence, whose affection would not have stood in the
way of their breakfast, made it a point to appear and to say
goodbye. Carlton, for his part, did not notice them; he knew
by experience that the attractive-looking people always leave
a steamer when the whistle blows, and that the next most
attractive-looking, who remain on board, are ill all the way
over. A man that he knew seized him by the arm as he was
entering his cabin, and asked if he were crossing or just
seeing people off.

"Well, then, I want to introduce you to Miss Morris and her
aunt, Mrs. Downs; they are going over, and I should be glad if
you would be nice to them. But you know her, I guess?" he
asked, over his shoulder, as Carlton pushed his way after him