hodox way. I should have always put
in little things of my own--and then God knows what would have happened."

He brought his eyes to earth with a wan smile, but his companion had
vanished. A crowd had filled the suburban platform at the end of which he
stood, and in a few moments the train clattered off. Then, remembering that
he was hungry, he went to the refreshment-room, where, at the suggestion of
the barmaid, he regaled himself on two hard-boiled eggs and a glass of
sherry. The meal over, he loitered palely about the busy station, jostled
by frantic gentlemen in silk hats rushing to catch suburban trains, and
watched grimly by a policeman who suspected a pocket-picking soul beneath
his guileless exterior.

At last, by especial grace of heaven, he found himself on the platform
where the custom-house barrier and the long line of waiting porters
heralded the approach of the continental train. Now that only a few moments
separated him from Zora, his heart grew cold with suspense. He had not seen
her since the night of Emmy's fainting fit. Her letters, though kind, had
made clear to him her royal displeasure at his unceremonious marriage. For
the first time he would look into her gold-flecked eyes out of a
disingenuous soul. Would she surprise his guilty secret? It was the only
thing he feared in a bewildering world.

The train came in, and as her carriage flashed by Zora saw him on the
platform with his hat off, passing his fingers nervously through his
Struwel Peter hair. The touch of the familiar welcoming her brought
moisture to her eyes. As soon as the train stopped she alighted, and
leaving Turner (who had accompanied her on the pilgrimage, and from Dover
had breathed fervent thanks to Heaven that at last she was back in the land
of her fathers) to look after her luggage, she walked down the platform to
meet him.

He was just asking a porter at frantic grapple with the hand baggage of a
large family whether he had seen a tall and extraordinarily beautiful lady
in the train, when she came up to him with outstretched hands and beaming
eyes. He took the hands and looked long at her, unable to speak. Never had
she appeared to him more beautiful, more gracious. The royal waves of her
hair beneath a fur traveling-toque invested her with queenliness. The full
youth of her figure not hidden by a fur jacket brought to him the generous
woman. A bunch of violets at her bosom suggested the fragrant essence of
her.

"Oh,