station, you know. Good night. Dream of the king, mother, but not of Lady Clara.”

He sought his bed, and was soon soundly sleeping, content with the thought that next week he would sail for America and have Laura’s coming out postponed. The family festivity was following too closely on the year of mourning, at any rate. The announcement that he already had a penniless American wife would naturally be a blow to them, all the more so if his mother was seriously cherishing such hopes as she had expressed; but he couldn’t be a cad. His conscience smote him that his conduct already bordered closely on the caddish, but to be an out and out cad, — no, no.

When he awoke, — late, as he had said, but refreshed and jubilant, — the revelation he must make seemed to