hair in the corner opposite
Farrel, where he could smoke his cigar free from the wind. Following
the Japanese came an American, as distinctive of his class as the
Japanese was of his. In point of age, this man was about fifty years
old--a large man strikingly handsome and of impressive personality. He
courteously held the door open to permit the passage of the girl whom
Farrel had noticed when he first entered the car.

To Farrel, at least, a surprising incident now occurred. There were
eight vacant seats on the platform, and the girl's glance swept them
all; he fancied it rested longest upon the chair beside him. Then,
with the faintest possible little _moue_ of disapproval, she seated
herself beside the Japanese. The other man took the seat in front of
the girl, half turned, and entered into conversation with the Jap.

Farrel studied the trio with interest, decided that they were traveling
together, and that the man in the gray tweeds was the father of the
girl. She bore a striking resemblance to him and had inherited his
handsome features a thousandfold, albeit her eyes were different, being
large, brown, and wide apart; from them beamed a sweetness, a
benignancy, and tenderness that, to the impressionable Farrel, bespoke
mental as well as physical beauty. She was gowned, gloved, and hatted
with rich simplicity.

"I think that white man is from the East," Farrel concluded, although
why that impression came to him, he would have been at a loss to
explain. Perhaps it was because he appeared to associate on terms of
social equality with a Japanese whose boorishness, coupled with an
evident desire to agree with everything the white man said, proclaimed
him anything but a consular representative or a visiting merchant.

Presently the girl's brown eyes were turned casually in Farrel's
direction, seemingly without interest. Instantly he rose, fixed her
with a comprehending look, nodded almost imperceptibly toward the chair
he was vacating, and returned to his seat inside the car. Her fine
brows lifted a trifle; her slight inclination of the head was robbed of
the chill of brevity by a fleeting smile of gratitude, not so much for
the sacrifice of his seat in her favor as for the fine courtesy which
had moved him to proffer it without making of his action an excuse to
sit beside her and attempt an acquaintance.

From his exile, Farrel observed with satisfaction how quickly the girl
excused herself to her compa