though truly he does not look ill--"

Gwent cut her description short.

"Well, thank you for showing me the way, Senora or Senorita,
whichever you are--I think you must be Spanish--"

"Senorita"--she said, with gentle emphasis--"I am not married. You
are right that I am Spanish."

"Such eyes as yours were never born of any blood but Spanish!" said
Gwent--"I knew that at once! That you are not married is a bit of
luck for some man--the man you WILL marry! For the moment adios! I
shall dine at the Plaza this evening, and shall very likely bring my
friend with me."

She shook her head smiling.

"You will not!"

"How so?"

"Because he will not come!"

She turned away, back towards the Hotel, and Gwent started to ascend
the hill alone.

"Here's a new sort of game!"--he thought--"A game I should never
have imagined possible to a man like Roger Seaton! Hiding himself up
here in a consumption hut, and getting a beautiful woman to wait on