judgment a faulty one." He felt very foolish after this flat
remark.

"I have remembered your name," she said, graciously. His heart
swelled.

"There are a great many better Americans than I," he said. "You
forget our president and our statesmen."

"I thought they were mere politicians."

Grenfall Lorry, idealized, retired to his berth that night, his
head whirling with the emotions inspired by this strange,
beautiful woman. How lovely, how charming, how naive, how
queenly, how indifferent, how warm, how cold--how everything that
puzzled him was she. His last waking thought was:

"Guggenslocker! An angel with a name like that!"




CHAPTER IV

THE INVITATION EXTENDED


They were called by the porter early the next morning. The train
was pulling into Washington, five hours late. Grenfall wondered,
as he dressed, whether fortune would permit him to see much of