of the half of the hotel for their use, and in the haughty bearing of the equerries, who appeared unexpectedly in magnificent uniforms.  The visitors’ book was covered with the autographs of all of the important people in the Turkish capital, and the Sultan’s carriages stood constantly before the door of the hotel, awaiting their pleasure, until they became as familiar a sight as the street dogs, or as cabs in a hansom-cab rank.

And in following out the programme which had been laid down for her, the Princess Aline became even less accessible to Carlton than before, and he grew desperate and despondent.

“If the worst comes,” he said to Miss Morris, “I shall tell Nolan to give an alarm of fire some night, and then I will run in and rescue her before they find out there is no fire.  Or he might frighten the horses some day, and give me a chance to stop them.  We might even wait until we reach Greece, and have her carried off by brigands, who would only give her up to me.”

“There are no more brigands in Greece,” said Miss Morris; “and besides, why do you suppose they would only give her up to you?”

“Because they would be imitation brigands,” said Carlton, “and would be paid to give her up to no one else.”

“Oh, you plan very well,” scoffed Miss Morris, “but you don’t do anything.”

Carlton was saved the necessity of doing anything that same morning, when the English captain in attendance on the Duke sent his card to Carlton’s room.  He came, he explained, to present the Prince’s compliments, and would it be convenient for Mr. Carlton to meet the Duke that afternoon?  Mr. Carlton suppressed an unseemly desire to shout, and said, after a moment’s consideration, that it would.  He then took the English captain down stairs to the smoking-room, and rewarded him for his agreeable message.

The Duke received Carlton in the afternoon, and greeted him most cordially, and with as much ease of manner as it is possible for a man to possess who has never enjoyed the benefits of meeting other men on an equal footing.  He expressed his pleasure in knowing an artist with whose work he was so familiar, and congratulated himself on the happy accident which had brought them both to the same hotel.

“I have more than a natural interest in meeting you,” said the Prince, “and for a reason which you may or may not know.  I thought possibly you could help me somewhat.  I have within the past few days come into the possession of two of your paintings; they are studies, rather, but to me they are even more desirable than the finished work; and I am not correct in saying that they have come to me exactly, but to my sister, the Princess Aline.”

Carlton could not withhold a certain start of surprise.  He had not expected that his gift would so soon have arrived, but his face showed only polite attention.