he turned and saw her seated there alone, with her head bowed in
a reverie.

"Damme if she is made of flesh and blood!" mused the Major, as he
drove back to the Hotel National. That very evening he revenged
himself upon the callous-hearted stranger, by a reckless flirtation
with the Misses Phenie and Genie Forbes, still of Chicago. It was
not a matter of concern to any one but Paterfamilias Forbes that
the Major indulged in a stolen moonlight excursion upon the lake
in charge of two extremely prononcee Daisy Millers. The Major's
slumbers, however, were of the lightest, for the face of the
chance-met directress of his immediate future haunted his uneasy
dreams. He was a model of respectable gravity, however, when he
presented himself before Mademoiselle Euphrosyne Delande, at her
Institute, when the bells clanged ten in the morning. Major Hawke
at once impressed the sleek door-opener, Francois, by the ultra
refinement of his demeanor, and the suave elegance of his French.
"Evidently the one necessary Adam in this Garden of undeveloped
young Peris," thought Hawke, as he gazed around the cheerless room,
with its globes, busts of departed sages, topographical maps, and
framed samples of the "Execution" of the jeunes personnes, with
brush and pencil.

"Looks breachy, that fellow--they all have to sneak out to drink,
and for les fetifs plaisirs! He may be made useful. I'll have a shy
at him," mused the Major, now on his mettle. Francois stood there
expectant of a tip, when he announced the regrets of Mademoiselle
Delande, that class duties would detain her for a few moments.

"Would Monsieur kindly pardon, etc.?"