respectively. When Captain Anstruther finally deposited his mail
with the head porter of the Grand Hotel National he deftly questioned
that functionary. "My friend--Major Hawke?"

"Gone up the lake for two or three days, sir. Going to Lausanne
and Chillon. Keeps all his luggage here, though. Shall I give him
any message for you?" With a view to artfully veiling his coming
meeting with the beautiful Egeria a la Houbigant, the captain
deposited a card marked "P. P. C."

"A devilish pleasant fellow and a right stunning hand at ecarte."
Anstruther prudently walked for a couple of squares, and then hailed
a passing voiture, directing him to the very cosiest restaurant in
the snug city of Bonnivard.

Major Hawke, far away now, entertained a slight resentment toward
the man who had so coolly aspired to les bonnes fortunes, and
ignored his own possible interference with the Lady of the Lake.
It was with a grim satisfaction, however, that he saw on the boat
the Misses Phenie and Genie Forbes, of Chicago, the bright particular
stars of the traveling upper tendom. "Popper" and "Mommer" were
deep in certain red-bound Baedeker's and busied in delving for
"historic facts," while the artful Alan Hawke glided into a fast
and familiar flirtation with the two bright-eyed, sharp-voiced
damsels. Both the heiresses were dressed as if for a reception,
with judiciously selected jewelry samples, evidencing the wondrous
success of machine conducted pig demolition. They glittered in the
sun as Fortune's bediamonded favorites.

And, so, while Madame Berthe Louison and Captain Anstruther lingered