saw her galloping by with a party of friends.

The next morning I was on the bridle path at the same hour. Finally
she came galloping along with the same group, and after they had
almost gone from sight, I galloped after them. I found out where they
kept their horses and after they had dismounted I sauntered up to the
stable and made inquiries. I learned that they always went out at the
same time of day. Thereafter I made it my business to pass the lady
on the bridle path day after day. I pride myself on few things, but
my horsemanship is one of them. Many a hard tussle and bleeding nose
I got riding Brumbies across the wild tracks of Australia. I also
learned a trick or two among my Tuareg friends which I exhibited for
the lady's benefit on various occasions. I did not hope to gain an
introduction, but only to attract attention and familiarize her party
with my appearance, applying one of the test points of human
psychology. I employed the theory of the subconscious attraction of
an often-seen, though unknown face.

I soon ascertained that my lady and her friends followed all the whims
of London society. One in particular interested me. They were in the
habit of frequenting Carlton Terrace between three and four every
afternoon and eating strawberries. I also went to eat strawberries.

Carlton Terrace during the strawberry season is an exquisitely colored
fashion plate of life's butterflies and drones. This throng of
fashion and beauty, marked with its air of distinction carelessly
abandoned to pleasure, ever murmuring pleasant nothings and tossing
light persiflage from table to table, is truly an interesting study of
the lighter sides of life. One sits on a magnificent markee-covered,
glass-enclosed terrace, overlooking the Thames with its ever-changing