horizon-line, and puffing meditatively on his pipe. He was
apparently in earnest, and waiting for her to make some
comment.

"How very interesting!" was all she could think to say.

"Yes, when you know the details, it is,----VERY
interesting," he answered. "She is the Princess Aline of
Hohenwald," he explained, bowing his head as though he were
making the two young ladies known to one another. "She has
several other names, six in all, and her age is twenty-two.
That is all I know about her. I saw her picture in an
illustrated paper just before I sailed, and I made up my mind
I would meet her, and here I am. If she is not in Grasse, I
intend to follow her to wherever she may be." He waved his
pipe at the ocean before him, and recited, with mock
seriousness:

"`Across the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,

And deep into the dying day,
The happy Princess followed him.'


"Only in this case, you see," said Carlton, "I am following
the happy Princess."

"No; but seriously, though," said Miss Morris, "what is it you
mean? Are you going to paint her portrait?"