where Nolan sat beside the driver on the box. "Nolan," he
said, in a low voice, "isn't that the fellow who--"

"Yes, sir," said Nolan, touching his hat gravely. "He was
pulling a valise one way, and the gentleman that owned it,
sir, was pulling it the other, and the gentleman let go
sudden, and the Italian went over backwards off the pier."

Carlton smiled grimly with secret satisfaction.

"Nolan," he said, "you're not telling the truth. You did it
yourself." Nolan touched his cap and coughed consciously.
There had been no detaining fingers on Nolan's arm.

"You are coming now, Miss Morris," exclaimed Carlton from the
front of the carriage in which they were moving along the
sunny road to Athens, "into a land where one restores his lost
illusions. Anybody who wishes to get back his belief in
beautiful things should come here to do it, just as he would
go to a German sanitarium to build up his nerves or his
appetite. You have only to drink in the atmosphere and you
are cured. I know no better antidote than Athens for a siege
of cable-cars and muddy asphalt pavements and a course of
Robert Elsmeres and the Heavenly Twins. Wait until you
see the statues of the young athletes in the Museum," he
cried, enthusiastically, "and get a glimpse of the blue sky
back of Mount Hymettus, and the moonlight some evening on the
Acropolis, and you'll be convinced that nothing counts for
much in this world but health and straight limbs, and tall
marble pillars, and eyes trained to see only what is