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toward home,

but Washington had not much to offer him, and the thrill did not last.
His big bag and his hatbox--pasted over with foolish labels from
continental hotels --were piled in the corner of his compartment, and he
settled back in his seat with a pleasurable sense of expectancy. The
presence in the next room of a very smart appearing young woman was
prominent in his consciousness. It gave him an uneasiness which was
the beginning of delight. He had seen her for only a second in the
passageway, but that second had made him hold himself a little
straighter. "Why is it," he wondered, "that some girls make you stand
like a footman the moment you see them?" Grenfall had been in love
too many times to think of marriage; his habit of mind was still general,
and he classified women broadly. At the same time he had a feeling
that in this case generalities did not apply well; there was something
about the girl that made him hesitate at labelling her "Class A, or B, or
Z." What it was he did not know, but--unaccountably-she filled him
with an affected formality He felt like bowing to her with a grand air
and much dignity. And yet he realized that his successes had come
from confidence.
At luncheon he saw her in the dining car. Her companions were elderly
persons--presumably her parents. They talked mostly in
French--occasionally using a German word or phrase. The old
gentleman was stately and austere--with an air of deference to the
young woman which Grenfall did not understand. His appearance was
very striking; his face pale and heavily lined; moustache and imperial
gray; the eyebrows large and bushy, and the jaw and chin square and
firm. The white-haired lady carried her head high with unmistakable
gentility. They were all dressed in traveling suits which suggested
something foreign, but not Vienna nor Paris; smart, but far from
American tastes.
Lorry watched the trio with great interest. Twice during luncheon the
young woman glanced toward him carelessly and left an annoying
impression that she had not seen him. As they left the table and passed
into the observation car, he stared at her with some defiance. But she
was smiling, and her dimples showed, and Grenfall was ashamed. For
some moments he sat gazing from the car window--forgetting his

luncheon-dreaming.
When he got back to his compartment he rang vigorously for the porter.
A coin was carelessly displayed in his fingers. "Do you suppose you
could find out who has the next compartment, porter?"
"I don't know their name, sub, but they's goin' to New York jis as fas' as
they can git thuh. I ain' ax um no questions, 'cause thuh's somethin'
'bout um makes me feel's if I ain' got no right to look at um even."
The porter thought a moment.
"I don' believe it'll do yuh any good, suh, to try to shine up to tha'
young lady. She ain' the sawt, I can tell yuh that. I done see too many
guhls in ma time--"
"What are you talking about? I'm not trying to shine up to her. I only
want to know who she is--just out of curiosity." Grenfall's face was a
trifle red.
"Beg pahdon, suh; but I kind o' thought you was like orh' gent'men
when they see a han'some woman. Allus wants to fin' out somethin'
'bout huh, suh, yuh know. 'Scuse me foh misjedgin' yuh, suh. Th' lady
in question is a foh'ner--she lives across th' ocean, 's fuh as I can fin' out.
They's in a hurry to git home foh some reason, 'cause they ain' goin' to
stop this side o' New York, 'cept to change cahs."
"Where do they change cars?"
"St. Louis--goin' by way of Cincinnati an' Washin'ton."
Grenfall's ticket carried him by way of Chicago. He caught himself
wondering if he could exchange his ticket in St. Louis.
"Traveling with her father and mother, I suppose?"
"No, suh; they's huh uncle and aunt. I heah huh call 'em uncle an' aunt.
Th' ole gent'man is Uncle Caspar. I don' know what they talk 'bout. It's
mostly some foh'en language. Th' young lady allus speaks Amehican to

me, but th' old folks cain't talk it ver' well. They all been to Frisco, an'
the hired he'p they's got with 'em say they been to Mexico, too. Th'
young lady's got good Amehican dollahs, don' care wha' she's been. She
allus smiles when she ask me to do anythin', an' I wouldn' care if she
nevah tipped me, 's long as she smiles thataway."
"Servants with them, you say?"
"Yas, suh; man an' woman, nex' section t'other side the ole folks. Cain't
say mor'n fifteen words in Amehican. Th' woman is huh maid, an' the