oor sort of a man to let a girl tell you where to
find the woman you love."

Carlton did not answer, but stared at her very seriously and frowned
intently. "Now I have got to begin all over again and readjust
things," he said. "We might have guessed she would be in London, on
account of this royal wedding. It is a great pity it isn't later in
the season, when there would be more things going on and more chances
of meeting her. Now they will all be interested in themselves, and,
being extremely exclusive, no one who isn't a cousin to the bridegroom
or an Emperor would have any chance at all. Still, I can see her! I
can look at her, and that's something."

"It is better than a photograph, anyway," said Miss Morris.

"They will be either at Buckingham Palace or at Windsor, or they will
stop at Brown's," said Carlton. "All royalties go to Brown's. I don't
know why, unless it is because it is so expensive; or maybe it is
expensive because royalties go there; but, in any event, if they are
not at the palace, that is where they will be, and that is where I
shall have to go too."

When the train drew up at Victoria Station, Carlton directed Nolan to
take his things to Brown's Hotel, but not to unload them until he had
arrived. Then he drove with the ladies to Cox's, and saw them settled
there. He promised to return at once to dine, and to tell them what he
had discovered in his absence. "You've got to help me in this, Miss
Morris," he said, nervously. "I am beginning to feel that I am not
worthy of her."

"Oh yes, you are!" she said, laughing; "but don't forget that 'it's not
the lover who comes to woo, but the lover's WAY of wooing,' and that
'faint heart'--and the rest of it."

"Yes, I know," said Carlton, doubtfully; "but it's a bit sudden, isn't
it?"

"Oh, I am ashamed of you! You are frightened."

"No, not frightened, exactly," said the painter. "I think it's just
natural emotion."

As Carlton turned into Albemarle Street he noticed a red carpet
stretching from the doorway of Brown's Hotel out across the sidewalk to
a carriage, and a bareheaded man bustling about apparently assisting
several gentlemen to get into it. This and another carriage and
Nolan's four-wheeler blocked the way; but without waiting for them to
move up, Carlton leaned out of his hansom and called the bareheaded man
to its side.

"Is the Duke of Hohenwald stopping at your hotel?" he asked. The
bareheaded man answered that he