ered how
Harry had found them out and made their acquaintance, envying him
also his good luck. But the climax had yet to come. There was one
passenger more. This one also was assisted out of the cab by Harry.
To the utter stupefaction of Ashby, this one was Dolores.

So overwhelmed was Ashby that he stood without motion, having quite
lost all that presence of mind and coolness which usually
distinguished him. It was wonderful enough to find Harry hand in
glove with the Russells, but to find Dolores there along with Katie
was a knock-down blow. It made his situation so confused and full of
complications that he could not think of any course of action. So he
stood, and he stared, and the party came along on their way to the
train. As they approached Katie looked at him with a bright smile,
full of tender meaning, and a flush passed over her face. Dolores, on
the contrary, allowed her dark eyes to rest on him for an instant,
and then looked down. This troubled him, for at that moment it
happened that he was longing for a smile from Dolores. Still, he was
glad to get that look from Katie. The fact is, the fellow was too
ridiculous, for he actually wanted a smile from each of them.

As they passed Harry dropped behind.

"Look here, Ashby," said he; "where in Heaven's name have you hid
yourself all the morning? I thought you wanted to find Miss
Westlotorn."

"So I did," said Ashby, in a rueful tone.

"Why, confound it, man, she was close by us all the time. When I went
out I found your dear friend, old Russell."

"Russell!" cried Ashby; "but how did you get acquainted with him?"

"Acquainted!" cried Harry. "Man alive! By Jove! a man ought to know
his own tailor, oughtn't he? I didn't think of it last night. I
thought your Russell was a different man: the name is common enough,
you know. People generally dodge their tailors, but I'm not proud,
and I don't owe him very much; and, besides, this is Spain, and he
can't dun me. Moreover, he was in a street row, and I helped him out
with my Spanish. What the mischief does he mean by coming with his
family to Burgos with no other language than English? But,
by-the-bye, old fellow, I must hurry: I'm going to join their party
and travel in their carriage. Hope you'll enjoy yourself as well as I
intend to. I would have excused myself, only, you know, when there's
a chance of travelling with a couple of such pretty girls as those,
only a madman would decline."

All this Harry