train?"

"Within two hours after I got aboard."

"Well, that coin purchased your name for me," she said, calmly,
candidly. He gasped.

"You--you don't mean that you--" he stammered.

"You see, Mr. Lorry, I wanted to know the name of a man who came
nearest my ideal of what an American should be. As soon as I saw
you I knew that you were the American as I had grown to know him
through the books,--big, strong, bold and comely. That is why I
bought your name of the porter. I shall always say that I know
the name of an ideal American,--Grenfall Lorry."

The ideal American was not unmoved. He was in a fever of fear
and happiness,--fear because he thought she was jesting,
happiness because he hoped she was not. He laughed awkwardly,
absolutely unable to express himself in words. Her frank
statement staggered him almost beyond the power of recovery.

There was joy in the knowledge that she had been attracted to him
at first sight, but there was bitterness in the thought that he
had come to her notice as a sort of specimen, the name of which
she had sought as a botanist would look for the name of an
unknown flower.

"I--I am honored," he at last managed to say, his eyes gleaming
with embarrassment. "I trust you have not found your first