it all. I want to set down the psychology of the
multimillionaire!"

He paused. The girl stood irresolute. She was thinking
(apparently, for if not, why stand there?).

"Perhaps," she faltered, "I could help you."

"You!"

"Yes, I might." She hesitated. "I--I--come from America."

"You!" said de Vere in astonishment. "With a face and
voice like yours! It is impossible!"

The boldness of the compliment held her speechless for
a moment.

"I do," she said; "my people lived just outside of Cohoes."

"They couldn't have," he said passionately.

"I shouldn't speak to you like this," the girl went on,
"but it's because I feel from what you have said that
you know and love America. And I think I can help you."

"You mean," he said, divining her idea, "that you can
help me to meet a multimillionaire?"

"Yes," she answered, still hesitating.