"You must try to find out for yourself by deduction," he said,
"as you picked out the other passengers. I am going to
Grasse," he continued. "It's the capital of Hohenwald. Do
you know it?"

"Yes," she said; "we were there once for a few days. We went
to see the pictures. I suppose you know that the old Duke,
the father of the present one, ruined himself almost by buying
pictures for the Grasse gallery. We were there at a bad time,
though, when the palace was closed to visitors, and the
gallery too. I suppose that is what is taking you there?"

"No," Carlton said, shaking his head. "No, it is not the
pictures. I am going to Grasse," he said, gravely, "to see
the young woman with whom I am in love."

Miss Morris looked up in some surprise, and smiled
consciously, with a natural feminine interest in an affair of
love, and one which was a secret as well.

"Oh," she said, "I beg your pardon; we--I had not heard of it."

"No, it is not a thing one could announce exactly," said
Carlton; "it is rather in an embryo state as yet--in fact, I
have not met the young lady so far, but I mean to meet her.
That's why I am going abroad."

Miss Morris looked at him sharply to see if he were smiling,
but he was, on the contrary, gazing sentimentally at the