"I wanted to break his
engagement with Rose, hoping he would turn to you."

"We all understood that from the first," said Grace, "but we had made
entirely different arrangements--arrangements worth two of that--which
suited us all around." And bowing, the young wife left the room.

The three men found, upon visiting the broker, that he had received
orders to settle with them on the terms outlined by Grace, and they
complied by turning over what money they had and some outside property.

It left them with fair fortunes. But the story got out through Emanuel;
their prestige was broken, and they closed up their business within a few
days, and disappeared from the business walks of London. Two months later
Jenvie died in a moment of apoplexy; the succeeding autumn Hamlin
succumbed to typhoid fever, and Stetson sailed away to lose himself
in the depths of Australia.

CHAPTER XXX.

GRAND OPERA.

Jordan improved rapidly, and soon began to take long drives to different
points of interest. After a month it was one evening proposed that they
should all attend the theater. It was agreed to, and it was left to
Jordan to decide where to go. Queerly enough, he selected a theater where
the opera of "Tannhauser" was to be performed.

"Did you ever attend a grand opera performance, Tom?" asked Sedgwick.

"No," was the response. "Thet's ther reason I wanter go."

He seemed greatly absorbed throughout the performance. The opera was
put on with every splendor possible, and the strange man sat almost
motionless through the mighty rendition, and was unusually silent all
the way home.

Arriving there, Grace said: "Mr. Jordan, give us your idea of the opera."

"I reckon yo' might laugh at me ef I should," said Jordan.

"No, we will not," said Grace; "for when it comes to that, we are none
of us quite up to the comprehension of the mystery of a grand opera--at
least, none but Margaret."

"Well," said Jordan, "mystery are a good word ter use thar. If yo' jest
occerpy yo'r eyes and ears, yo' hear mostly only a ocean roar uv singin',
a brayin' uv trumpets, a clashin' uv cymbals, a beatin' uv drums, with
ther soft strains uv viols, harps 'nd flutes, and not much music. Ef yo'
set yo'r mind workin' ter foller ther myths outer which ther story of the
opera war made, then ther tones become voices, 'nd ther music only tells
er story. But ef yo' give yo'r soul a chance, then it's different. Ther
music assumes forms of its own; it