au cabinet particulier, over their Chablis and Ostend oysters,
the recouped gambler extended his store of mental acquirement, by
tender converse with the two sprightly belles of the Windy City. In
fact, the whistle of the steamer was heard long before Alan Hawke
could extricate himself from the clinging tentacles of the audacious
beauties. He was somewhat repaid for his social exertions, however,
as he sped back to keep his tryst at Geneva, by the acquisition of
a large steel-engraved business card inscribed, "Forbes, Haygood
& Co., Chicago," loftily tendered him by "Popper." He smiled at
the whispered assurances of the Misses Phenie and Genie that they
"should soon meet again."

"Bring your friend--that other Lord," cried the departing Miss
Genie, waving a thousand-franc lace fan, as she sagely observed,
"Two's company--three's none. We'll have a jolly lark--us four.
Don't forget, now!" The polite Major laid his hand upon his heart
and played the amiable tiger, although burning inwardly now, in a
fierce personal jealousy of Anstruther as he wandered alone around
the cold gray halls of the museum, and gazed upon the pinched
features of the permanently eclipsed shining lights of the "Bulwark
of Civil and Religious Liberty." There was no charm for him in the
bigoted ferocity of Calvin's lean, dark face, smacking his thin
lips over the roasted Servetus. He abhorred the departed heroes
of the golden evolution from Eidegenossen into Higuerios and later
Huguenots. They interested him not, neither did he love Professor
Calame's scratchy pictures, nor the jumbled bric-a-brac of art and
history. None of these charmed him. He waited only for the gliding
step, the clasp of a burning hand, and the flash of the lustrous
dark-brown eyes. It was his own innings now.