carce
seated himself when a feminine rustling was heard outside. The door
opened, a voice of singular sweetness cried, 'Jimmy, dear!' and a young
lady entered. It was the young lady who blushed and started when she saw
Barndale asleep in front of the restaurant. She blushed again, but held
her hand frankly out to him. He rose and took it with more tenderness
than he knew of. The eyes of the third person twinkled, and he winked at
his own reflection in a mirror.

'This,' Barndale said, 'is not an expected pleasure, and is all
the greater on that account. By a curious coincidence I find we are
travelling together to Constantinople.'

Her hand still lingered in his whilst he said this, and as he ceased to
speak he gave it a little farewell pressure. Her sweet hazel eyes
quite beamed upon him, and she returned the pressure cordially. But she
answered only--

'Papa will be very pleased,'

'Isn't it singular,' said the guilty Barndale with an air of commonplace
upon him, 'that we should all be making this journey together?'

'Very singular indeed,' said pretty Miss Le-land, with so bright a
sparkle of mirth in those demure hazel eyes that Barndale, without
knowing why, felt himself confounded.

Mr. James Leland winked once more at his reflection in the mirror, and
was discovered in the act by Barndale, who became signally disconcerted
in manner.

Miss Leland relieved his embarrassment by taking away her brother for a
conference respecting the package of certain treasures purchased a day
or two before in Venice. The lone one smoked, and lounged, and waited.
He tried to read, and gave it up. He strayed down to the harbour, and,
finding his servant solemnly mounting guard over his luggage on board
the boat, he himself went aboard and in-spected his berth, and chatted
with the steward, in whom he discovered an old acquaintance.

But the time went drearily; and Barndale, who was naturally a man to be
happy under all sorts of circumstances, suffered all the restlessness,
chagrin, and envy with which love in certain of its stages has power to
disturb the spirit. He had made up a most heroic mind on this question
of Miss Leland some three months ago, and had quite decided that she
did not care for him. He wasn't going to break his heart for a woman who
didn't care for him. Not he.

If she be not fair for me,
What care I how fair she be?

She had made fun of him in her own demure way. He ventured once on a
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