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glanced in any direction; it is as if he were alone in the
room."
"A very proper behavior," the Aunt Caroline replied severely, "but he
cannot be an Englishman--no Englishman would enter a public place,
having made himself remarkable like that, and then be able to sit there
unaware of it; I am glad to say our young men have some sense of
convention. You cannot imagine Eustace Medlicott perfectly
indifferent to the remarks he would provoke if he were tricked out so."
Stella felt a sudden sympathy for the foreigner. She had heard so
ceaselessly of her fiance's perfections!
"Perhaps they wear the hair like that in his country," she returned, with
as much spirit as she dared to show. "And he may think we all look
funny, as we think he does. Only he seems to be much better mannered
than we are, because he is quite sure of himself and quite unconscious
or indifferent about our opinion."
Both her aunt and uncle looked at her with slightly shocked

surprise--and she saw it at once and reddened a little.
But this incident caused the remarkable looking foreigner to crystallize
in interest for her, especially when, in raising his glass of champagne,
she saw that on his wrist there was a bracelet of platinum with a small
watch set with very fine diamonds. She could hardly have been more
surprised if he had worn a ring in his nose, so unaccustomed was she to
any type but that of the curates and young gentlemen of Exminster.
Canon and Mrs. Ebley finished their dinner in disdainful silence and
sailed from the room with chilling glances, but as Stella Rawson
followed them demurely she raised her soft eyes when she came to the
object of her relatives' contempt, and met his serene blue ones--and for
some reason thrilled wildly.
There was a remarkable and powerful magnetism in his glance; it was
as if a breath of some other world touched her, she seemed to see into
possibilities she had never dreamed about. She resented being drawn
into a far corner on the right hand of the hall, and there handed an
English paper to read for half an hour before being told to go to bed.
She was perfectly conscious that she was longing for the stranger to
come out of the restaurant, that she might see him again.
But it was not until she was obediently following her aunt's black
broche train to the lift up the steps again that the tall man passed them
in the corridor. He never even glanced in their direction, and went on as
though the space were untenanted--but had hardly got beyond, when he
turned suddenly, and walked rapidly to the lift door, passing them again.
So that the four entered it presently, and were taken up together.
Stella Rawson was very close to the remarkable looking creature. And
again a wild nameless attraction crept over her. She noticed his skin
was faintly browned with the sun, but was otherwise as fine as a
child's--finer than most children's. And now she could see that three
most wonderful pearls were his shirt-studs.
He got out on the second floor, one beneath them, and said, "Pardon,"
as he passed, but not as a French word, nor yet as if it were English.

During these few seconds Stella was quite aware that he had never
apparently looked at her.
"I call such an appearance sacrilegious," Mrs. Ebley said. "A man has
no right to imitate one of the blessed apostles in these modern days; it
is very bad taste."

CHAPTER II
Stella Rawson woke the next day with some sense of rebellion. There
came with the rest of her post a letter from her betrothed. And although
it was just such a letter as any nice girl engaged of her own free will to
the Bishop's junior chaplain ought to have been glad to receive, Stella
found herself pouting and criticizing every sentence.
"I do wish Eustace would not talk such cant," she said to herself. "Even
in this he is unable to be natural--and I am sure I shall not feel a thing
like he describes when I stand in St. Peter's. I believe I would rather go
into the Pantheon. I seem to be tired of everything I ought to like
to-day!" And still rebellious she got up and was taken by her uncle and
aunt to the Vatican--and was allowed to linger only in the parts which
interested them.
"I never have had a taste for sculpture," Mrs. Ebley said. "People may
call it what names they please, but I consider it immoral and indecent."
"A wonder to me," the Uncle Erasmus joined in, "that a prelate-- even a
prelate of Rome--should have countenanced the