Trust Company very unhappy. When they read it they wished again that
they had never seen Adelle.

Other papers took up the scent of the "Morning Herald," and for a week
Archie and Adelle were thoroughly introduced to the American people as
an idle pair, of immense inherited wealth, who had failed in their
attempt to defraud the custom house of a few thousand dollars. This
affair kept them busy for the better part of a week, and was finally
settled without prosecution when the collector became convinced that no
serious wrong had been plotted by Archie and Adelle. He gave them both a
little lecture, which they received in a humbler frame of mind than they
had shown at the dock.

Archie rather enjoyed the newspaper notoriety that his marriage to the
heiress of Clark's Field was bringing him. He entertained the reporters
affably at the hotel bar, and established a reputation for not being a
"snob," though so much of a "swell." In fact he was a much less uncouth
specimen than when Adelle had first encountered him in the Paris studio.
A year and a half of ease and petting had served to smooth off those
more obvious roughnesses that had caused Irene Paul to describe him as a
"bounder." He was fashionably dressed according to the Anglo-French
style, and fortunately did not affect soft shirts or flowing ties or
eccentric head-gear, or any other of the traditional marks of the
artist. Lounging in the luxurious hotel corridor, he looked like any
well-to-do young American of twenty-seven or eight. His bright red hair
and small waxed mustache, and his habit of dangling a small cane,
perhaps, were the only distinguishing marks about him. After the customs
case had been disposed of, Archie found time hanging on his hands.
Adelle was occupied with the trust company and all the formalities she
had to go through with before she could actually lay her hands upon her
fortune. Archie read the lighter magazines and loafed about the streets
of B----, peering up through his glasses at the lofty buildings, and
imbibing more cocktails and other varieties of American stimulants than
was good for him.

XXVIII

Adelle was distinctly roused by her return to America and all the
memories awakened at the sight of familiar streets, the home of the
Washington Trust Company, and the probate court whither she was obliged
to go. Judge Orcutt was still sitting on the bench and seemed to her to
be exactly as she remembered him, only grayer and a