more."

As the horse strained up through the echoing cavern of Waterloo, they
kissed each other good-bye, a long, long kiss.

There were still ten minutes before the train left, and among the sweep
of hurrying passengers and noise of shouting porters to an accompaniment
of whistling, rumbling trains, Maurice tried to voice the immortality of
his love.

"Great Scott, I've only a minute," he said suddenly. "Look, meet me on
Monday week, the twenty-third, here, at three-thirty. Three-thirty from
Claybridge. Don't forget."

"Take your seats, please," a ticket inspector shouted in their ears.
Maurice jumped into his compartment and wrote quickly on an envelope:
"3.30. Waterloo. Ap. 23. Claybridge."

"Good-bye, darling, darling girl. I'll bring you back some castanets and
a Spanish frock."

"Good-bye. See you soon."

"Very, very soon. Think of me."

"Rather."

The train went curling out of the station.

"I shall be early in the theater to-night," Jenny thought.

Chapter XXIII: _Two Letters_

HOTEL DE PARIS, SEVILLA, SPAIN.

April 17.

My dear and lovely one,

I've not had time to write before. I meant to send you a letter
from the train, but I left all my notepaper and pencils in the
station restaurant at a place called Miranda, and went to sleep
instead.

I find that my uncle has left me more than I expected--five
thousand pounds, in fact. So I want to buy you a delightful little
house somewhere quite close to London. You could have a maid and
you could go on dancing if you liked. Only I do want you to say
"yes" at once. I want you to write by return and tell me you're
going to give up all doubts and worries and scruples. Will you, my
precious?

I've got another splendid plan. I want you to come and join me in
Spain in about a week. I shall be able to meet you in Paris,
because I am going to escort my aunt so far on the way home. Fuz
will look out your trains. You must come. He can arrange to give
you any money you want. We need not stay away very long--about a
month. Sevilla is perfect. The weather is divine. Get yourself some
cool frocks. We'll sit in the Alcazar garden all day. It's full of
lemon trees and fountains. In the evening we'll sit on a balcony
and smoke and listen to guitars.

My darling, I do so adore you. Please, please, come out to Spain
and give up no