ossess neither," he objected. "The pain that you refer to is a
pleasure."

"The pain that a man endures for a woman should always be a pleasure,"
said Uncle Caspar smilingly.

"But it could not be a pleasure to him unless the woman considered it a
pain," reasoned Miss Guggenslocker. "He could not feel happy if she did
not respect the pain."

"And encourage it," supplemented Lorry, drily. "If you do not remind me
occasionally that I am hurt, Miss Guggenslocker, I am liable to forget
it." To himself he added: "I'll never learn how to say it in one
breath."

"If I were not so soon to part from you I should be your physician,
and, like all physicians, prolong your ailment interminably," she said,
prettily.

"To my deepest satisfaction," he said, warmly, not lightly. There was
nothing further from his mind than servile flattery, as his rejoinder
might imply. "Alas!" he went on, "we no sooner meet than we part. May I
ask when you are to sail?"

"On Thursday," replied Mr. Guggenslocker.

"On the Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse," added his niece, a faraway look
coming into her eyes.

"We are to stop off one day, to-morrow, in Washington," said Aunt
Yvonne, and the jump that Lorry's heart gave was so mighty that he was
afraid they could see it in his face.

"My uncle has some business to transact in your city, Mr. Lorry. We are
to spend tomorrow there and Wednesday in New York. Then we sail. Ach,
how I long for Thursday!" His heart sank like lead to the depths from
which it had sprung. It required no effort on his part to see that
he was alone in his infatuation. Thursday was more to her than his
existence; she could forget him and think of Thursday, and when she
thought of Thursday, the future, he was but a thing of the past, not
even of the present.

"Have you always lived in Washington, Mr. Lorry?" asked Mrs.
Guggenslocker.

"All my life," he replied wishing at that moment that he was homeless
and free to choose for himself.

"You Americans live in one city and then in another," she said. "Now, in
our country generation after generation lives and dies in one town. We
are not migratory."

"Mr. Lorry has offended us by not knowing where Graustark is located on
the map," cried the young lady, and he could see the flash of resentment
in her eyes.

"Why, my dear sir, Graustark is in--" began Uncle Caspar, but she checked
him instantly.

"Uncle Caspar, you are not to tell him. I have recommended that he
study geogr