suits best suited to their inclinations and livers.

One exception, however, there was to this general rule. A young man of
some thirty years of age, who, seated upon the first step of a series
leading from the terrace to the road, seemed quite content to enjoy the
warmth and sunshine in a purely passive way.

To some of those seated in their invalid-chairs it seemed as if he had
not moved or changed his position for hours, and after a while his
absolute repose rather irritated them.

Nevertheless, he sat there with his elbows resting on his knees and a
cigarette between his lips. The cigarette had long gone out, but to all
appearances he was blissfully unconscious of the fact.

A pair of rather attractive eyes were gazing into space, and at times
there was a fine, sensitive expression about his lips, but the rest of
his features were commonplace, neither good nor bad. His face being
smooth-shaven gave him from a distance a decidedly boyish appearance.

There was something, however, about him which might be termed
interesting, something a trifle different from his neighbors. Even his
clothes had that slight difference that hardly can be explained.

After a while his attention was drawn to a very smart-looking trap, half
dog and half training cart, which for the past fifteen minutes had been
driven up and down by the most diminutive of grooms. Slowly he took in
every detail, the high-actioned hackney, the handsome harness, the
livery of the groom, even the wicker basket under the seat with its
padlock hanging on the hasp. Lazily he attempted to decipher the
monogram on the cart's shining sides, but without success. Five minutes
more passed, and still up and down drove the groom. Was its owner never
coming? he thought. Surely it must be a woman to keep it waiting such a
time. Little by little he became more interested in the vehicle, and
incidentally in its mistress, and he found himself conjecturing as to
what manner of person this was. Was she tall or short, fat or lean, good
figure or bad. On the whole, he thought she must be "horsy." That
probably expressed it all.

How long these conjectures would have lasted it would be hard to say,
had not just then the owner of the trap and horse and diminutive groom
herself put in an appearance. She came out of the hotel entrance drawing
on one tan-colored glove about three times too big for a rather pretty
hand. She wore a light-colored driving-coat which reached to her he