“Which is it to be, then?” said the gentleman, smiling.  “The pictures or the dressmakers?”

The girl who had first spoken turned to the one next to her.

“Which would you rather do, Aline?” she asked.

Carlton moved so suddenly that the men behind him looked at him curiously; but he turned, nevertheless, in his chair and faced them, and in order to excuse his doing so beckoned to one of the waiters.  He was within two feet of the girl who had been called “Aline.”  She raised her head to speak, and saw Carlton staring open-eyed at her.  She glanced at him for an instant, as if to assure herself that she did not know him, and then, turning to her brother, smiled in the same tolerant, amused way in which she had so often smiled upon Carlton from the picture.

“I am afraid I had rather go to the Bon March,” she said.

One of the waiters stepped in between them, and Carlton asked him for his bill; but when it came he left it lying on the plate, and sat staring out into the night between the candles, puffing sharply on his cigar, and recalling to his memory his first sight of the Princess Aline of Hohenwald.

That night, as he turned into bed, he gave a comfortable sigh of content.  “I am glad she chose the dressmakers instead of the pictures,” he said.

Mrs. Downs and Miss Morris arrived in Paris on Wednesday, and expressed their anxiety to have Carlton lunch with them, and to hear him tell of the progress of his love-affair.  There was not much to tell; the Hohenwalds had come and gone from the hotel as freely as any other tourists in Paris, but the very lack of ceremony about their movements was in itself a difficulty.  The manner of acquaintance he could make in the court of the Hotel Meurice with one of the men over a cup of coffee or a glass of bock would be as readily discontinued as begun, and for his purpose it would have been much better if the Hohenwalds had been living in state with a visitors’ book and a chamberlain.

On Wednesday evening Carlton took the ladies to the opera, where the Hohenwalds occupied a box immediately opposite them.  Carlton pretended to be surprised at this fact, but Mrs. Downs doubted his sincerity.

“I saw Nolan talking to their courier to-day,” she said, “and I fancy he asked a few leading questions.”

“Well, he didn’t learn much if he did,” he said.  “The fellow only talks German.”

“Ah, then he has been asking questions!” said Miss Morris.

“Well, he does it on his own responsibility,” said Carlton, “for I told him to have nothing to do with servants.  He has too much zeal, has Nolan; I’m afraid of him.”

“If you were only half as interested as he is,” said Miss Morris, “you would have known her long ago.”

“Long ago?” exclaimed Carlton.  “I only saw her four days since.”

“She is certainly very beautiful,” said Miss Morris, looking across the auditorium.