her during her brief day in the capital. He dreamed of a drive
over the avenues, a trip to the monument, a visit to the halls of
congress, an inspection of public buildings, a dinner at his
mother's home, luncheon at the Ebbitt, and other attentions which
might give to him every moment of her day in Washington. But
even as he dreamed, he was certain that his hopes could not be
gratified.

After the train had come to a standstill he could hear the rustle
of her garments in the next compartment. Then he heard her sweep
into the passage, greet her uncle and aunt, utter a few commands
to the maid, and, while he was adjusting his collar and necktie,
pass from the car. No man ever made quicker time in dressing
than did Lorry. She could hardly have believed him ideal had she
seen his scowling face or heard the words that hissed through his
impatient teeth.

"She'll get away, and that'll be the end of it," he growled,
seizing his traps and rushing from the train two minutes after
her departure. The porter attempted to relieve him of his bags
on the platform, but he brushed him aside and was off toward the
station.

"Nice time for you, to call a man, you idiot," was his parting
shot for the porter, forgetting of course, that the foreigners
had been called at the same time. With eyes intent on the crowd
ahead, he plunged along, seeing nobody in his disappointed
flight. "I'll never forgive myself if I miss her," he was
wailing to himself. She was not to be seen in the waiting.
rooms, so he rushed to the sidewalk.