n tongue. "I do not
understand," she said, and in this she told a lie, but she told it so
successfully that he really did not know whether she had understood, or
whether it behooved him to speak more plainly.

Before he could make up his mind, she had taken her departure. When she
was gone he stood looking darkly, wishing he knew how to hasten the day
when she should change her aspect to him.

CHAPTER VIII.

When Harkness found that he was always defied by Eliza he grew gloomy,
and was quiet for a time. One day, however, he recovered his former
cheerfulness. He seemed, indeed, to be in high spirits. When he saw his
time, he sought talk with Eliza. He did not now affect to be lively, but
rather wore a manner of marked solemnity.

"Can you read the French language?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

"That's unfortunate, for I'm not a good hand at it myself; but I've
found a bit of news in a French paper here that is real interesting and
important."

He unfurled a crushed copy of a Quebec journal a few days old. "It
says," he began translating, that "there's a man called Cameron, who's
been nicknamed Lazarus Cameron, because he seemed to be dead and came to
life again."

He looked hard at the paper, as if needing a few moments to formulate
further translation.

"Do go on," said Eliza, with manifest impatience.

"Why now, you're _real_ interested, Miss White."

"Anybody would want to know what you're at."

"Well, but, considering it's any one so composed as you, Miss White,
it's real pleasant to see you so keen."

"I'm keen for my work. I haven't time, like you, to stand here all day."

All this time he had been looking at the paper. "What I've read so far,
you see, is what I've told you before as having happened to my knowledge
at a place called Turrifs Station."

"Is that all?"

"No," and he went on translating. "'Whether this man was dead or not, he
is now alive, but partially deaf and blind; and whether he has ever seen
anything of the next world or not, he has now no interest in this one,
but spends his whole time praying or preaching, living on crusts, and
walking great distances in solitary places. He has lately appeared in
the suburbs of this city' (that is Quebec) 'and seems to be a
street-preacher of no ordinary power.'"

Harkness stopped with an air of importance.

"Is that all?" asked Eliza.

He gave her another paper, in English, to read. This contained a longer
and more sensatio