“If it pleases you. I am sure I shall be charmed to live here.”

“Let the time go quickly — let it fly! Ah, Mr. Foster, you will like Bruges. It is the most dignified of cities. It has the picturesqueness of Nuremburg, the waterways of Amsterdam, the squares of Turin, the monuments of Perugia, the caf�s of Florence, and the smells of Cologne. I have an old house there of the seventeenth century; it is on the Quai des Augustins.”

“A family affair?” I questioned.

“No; I bought it only a few years ago from a friend. I fear I cannot boast of much family. My mother made lace, my father was a schoolmaster. They are both dead, and I have no relatives.”

Somewhere in the building a clock struck three, and at that instant there was a tap at the door, and Alresca’s