in black and white, with his name below it.

"Well, they know who I am now," he said to Miss Morris, "even if they
don't know me. That honor is still in store for them."

"I wish they did not lock themselves up so tightly," said Miss Morris.
"I want to see her very much. Cannot we walk up and down the platform
at the next station? She may be at the window."

"Of course," said Carlton. "You could have seen her at Buda-Pesth if
you had spoken of it. She was walking up and down then. The next time
the train stops we will prowl up and down and feast our eyes upon her."

But Miss Morris had her wish gratified without that exertion. The
Hohenwalds were served in the dining-car after the other passengers had
finished, and were in consequence only to be seen when they passed by
the doors of the other compartments. But this same morning, after
luncheon, the three Princesses, instead of returning to their own car,
seated themselves in the compartment adjoining the dining-car, while
the men of their party lit their cigars and sat in a circle around them.

"I was wondering how long they could stand three men smoking in one of
the boxes they call cars," said Mrs. Downs. She was seated between
Miss Morris and Carlton, directly opposite the Hohenwalds, and so near
them that she had to speak in a whisper. To avoid doing this Miss
Morris asked Carlton for a pencil, and scribbled with it in the novel
she held on her lap. Then she passed them both back to him, and said,
aloud: "Have you read this? It has such a pretty dedication." The
dedication read, "Which is Aline?" And Carlton, taking the pencil in
his turn, made a rapid sketch of her on the fly-leaf, and wrote beneath
it: "This is she. Do you wonder I travelled four thousand miles to
see her?"

Miss Morris took the book again, and glanced at the sketch, and then at
the three Princesses, and nodded her head. "It is very beautiful," she
said, gravely, looking out at the passing landscape.

"Well, not beautiful exactly," answered Carlton, surveying the hills
critically, "but certainly very attractive. It is worth travelling a
long way to see, and I should think one would grow very fond of it."

Miss Morris tore the fly-leaf out of the book, and slipped it between
the pages. "May I keep it?" she said. Carlton nodded. "And
will you sign it?" she asked, smiling. Carlton shrugged his shoulders,
and laughed. "If you wish it," he answered.

The Princess wore a