for the train to pass, with the friends of the bride and groom in their best clothes, the women with silver breastplates, and boots to their knees.  It seemed hardly possible that only two days before they had seen another wedding party in the Champs Elysees, where the men wore evening dress, and the women were bareheaded and with long trains.  In forty-eight hours they had passed through republics, principalities, empires, and kingdoms, and from spring to winter.  It was like walking rapidly over a painted panorama of Europe.

On the second evening Carlton went off into the smoking-car alone.  The Duke of Hohenwald and two of his friends had finished a late supper, and were seated in the apartment adjoining it.  The Duke was a young man with a heavy beard and eyeglasses.  He was looking over an illustrated catalogue of the Salon, and as Carlton dropped on the sofa opposite the Duke raised his head and looked at him curiously, and then turned over several pages of the catalogue and studied one of them, and then back at Carlton, as though he were comparing him with something on the page before him.  Carlton was looking out at the night, but he could follow what was going forward, as it was reflected in the glass of the car window.  He saw the Duke hand the catalogue to one of the equerries, who raised his eyebrows and nodded his head in assent.  Carlton wondered what this might mean, until he remembered that there was a portrait of himself by a French artist in the Salon, and concluded it had been reproduced in the catalogue.  He could think of nothing else which would explain the interest the two men showed in him.  On the morning following he sent Nolan out to purchase a catalogue at the first station at which they stopped, and found that his guess was a correct one.  A portrait of himself had been reproduced in black and white, with his name below it.

“Well, they know who I am now,” he said to Miss Morris, “even, if they don’t know me.  That honor is still in store for them.”

“I wish they did not lock themselves up so tightly,” said Miss Morris.  “I want to see her very much.  Cannot we walk up and down the platform at the next station?  She may be at the window.”

“Of course,” said Carlton.  “You could have seen her at Buda-Pesth if you had spoken of it.  She was walking up and down then.  The next time the train stops we will prowl up and down and feast our eyes upon her.”

But Miss Morris had her wish gratified without that exertion.  The Hohenwalds were served in the dining-car after the other passengers had finished, and were in consequence only to be seen when they passed by the doors of the other compartments.  But this same morning, after luncheon, the three Princesses, instead of returning to their own car, seated themselves in the compartment adjoining the dining-car, while the men of their party lit their cigars and sat in a circle around them.