the　carriage　which　chanced　to　be　abreast　of　mine；　and　idly　read　the
  black　letters　painted　on　a　white　board　swinging　from　the　brass
  handrail：　BERLINCOLOGNEPARIS。　　Then　I　looked　up　at　the　window
  above。　　I　started　violently；　and　the　cold　perspiration　broke　out
  upon　my　forehead。　　In　the　dim　light；　not　six　feet　from　where　I　sat；
  I　saw　the　face　of　a　woman；　the　face　I　loved；　the　straight；　fine
  features；　the　strange　eyes；　the　wonderful　mouth；　the　pale　skin。
  Her　head…dress　was　a　dark　veil　which　seemed　to　be　tied　about　her
  head　and　passed　over　the　shoulders　under　her　chin。　　As　I　threw　down
  the　window　and　knelt　on　the　cushioned　seat；　leaning　far　out　to　get
  a　better　view；　a　long　whistle　screamed　through　the　station；
  followed　by　a　quick　series　of　dull；　clanking　sounds；　then　there　was
  a　slight　jerk；　and　my　train　moved　on。　　Luckily　the　window　was
  narrow；　being　the　one　over　the　seat；　beside　the　door；　or　I　believe
  I　would　have　jumped　out　of　it　then　and　there。　　In　an　instant　the
  speed　increased；　and　I　was　being　carried　swiftly　away　in　the
  opposite　direction　from　the　thing　I　loved。
  For　a　quarter　of　an　hour　I　lay　back　in　my　place；　stunned　by　the
  suddenness　of　the　apparition。　　At　last　one　of　the　two　other
  passengers；　a　large　and　gorgeous　captain　of　the　White　Konigsberg
  Cuirassiers；　civilly　but　firmly　suggested　that　I　might　shut　my
  window；　as　the　evening　was　cold。　　I　did　so；　with　an　apology；　and
  relapsed　into　silence。　　The　train　ran　swiftly　on　for　a　long　time；
  and　it　was　already　beginning　to　slacken　speed　before　entering
  another　station；　when　I　roused　myself　and　made　a　sudden　resolution。
  As　the　carriage　stopped　before　the　brilliantly　lighted　platform；　I
  seized　my　belongings；　saluted　my　fellow…passengers；　and　got　out；
  determined　to　take　the　first　express　back　to　Paris。
  This　time　the　circumstances　of　the　vision　had　been　so　natural　that
  it　did　not　strike　me　that　there　was　anything　unreal　about　the　face；
  or　about　the　woman　to　whom　it　belonged。　　I　did　not　try　to　explain
  to　myself　how　the　face；　and　the　woman；　could　be　traveling　by　a　fast
  train　from　Berlin　to　Paris　on　a　winter's　afternoon；　when　both　were
  in　my　mind　indelibly　associated　with　the　moonlight　and　the
  fountains　in　my　own　English　home。　　I　certainly　would　not　have
  admitted　that　I　had　been　mistaken　in　the　dusk；　attributing　to　what
  I　had　seen　a　resemblance　to　my　former　vision　which　did　not　really
  exist。　　There　was　not　the　slightest　doubt　in　my　mind；　and　I　was
  positively　sure　that　I　had　again　seen　the　face　I　loved。　　I　did　not
  hesitate；　and　in　a　few　hours　I　was　on　my　way　back　to　Paris。　　I
  could　not　help　reflecting　on　my　ill　luck。　　Wandering　as　I　had　been
  for　many　months；　it　might　as　easily　have　chanced　that　I　should　be
  traveling　in　the　same　train　with　that　woman；　instead　of　going　the
  other　way。　　But　my　luck　was　destined　to　turn　for　a　time。
  I　searched　Paris　for　several　days。　　I　dined　at　the　principal
  hotels；　I　went　to　the　theaters；　I　rode　in　the　Bois　de　Boulogne　in
  the　morning；　and　picked　up　an　acquaintance；　whom　I　forced　to　drive
  with　me　in　the　afternoon。　　I　went　to　mass　at　the　Madeleine；　and　I
  attended　the　services　at　the　English　Church。　　I　hung　about　the
  Louvre　and　Notre　Dame。　　I　went　to　Versailles。　　I　spent　hours　in
  parading　the　Rue　de　Rivoli；　in　the　neighborhood　of　Meurice's
  corner；　where　foreigners　pass　and　repass　from　morning　till　night。
  At　last　I　received　an　invitation　to　a　reception　at　the　English
  Embassy。　　I　went；　and　I　found　what　I　had　sought　so　long。
  There　she　was；　sitting　by　an　old　lady　in　gray　satin　and　diamonds；
  who　had　a　wrinkled　but　kindly　face　and　keen　gray　eyes　that　seemed
  to　take　in　everything　they　saw；　with　very　little　inclination　to
  give　much　in　return。　　But　I　did　not　notice　the　chaperon。　　I　saw
  only　the　face　that　had　haunted　me　for　months；　and　in　the　excitement
  of　the　moment　I　walked　quickly　toward　the　pair；　forgetting　such　a
  trifle　as　the　necessity　for　an　introduction。
  She　was　far　more　beautiful　than　I　had　thought；　but　I　never　doubted
  that　it　was　she　herself　and　no　other。　　Vision　or　no　vision　before；
  this　was　the　reality；　and　I　knew　it。　　Twice　her　hair　had　been
  covered；　now　at　last　I　saw　it；　and　the　added　beauty　of　its
  magnificence　glorified　the　whole　woman。　　It　was　rich　hair；　fine　and
  abundant；　golden；　with　deep　ruddy　tints　in　it　like　red　bronze　spun
  fine。　　There　was　no　ornament　in　it；　not　a　rose；　not　a　thread　of
  gold；　and　I　felt　that　it　needed　nothing　to　enhance　its　splendor；
  nothing　but　her　pale　face；　her　dark　strange　eyes；　and　her　heavy
  eyebrows。　　I　could　see　that　she　was　slender　too；　but　strong　withal；
  as　she　sat　there　quietly　gazing　at　the　moving　scene　in　the　midst　of
  the　brilliant　lights　and　the　hum　of　perpetual　conversation。
  I　recollected　the　detail　of　introduction　in　time；　and　turned　aside
  to　look　for　my　host。　　I　found　him　at　last。　　I　begged　him　to　present
  me　to　the　two　ladies；　pointing　them　out　to　him　at　the　same　time。
  〃Yesuhby　all　meansuh；〃　replied　his　Excellency　with　a　pleasant
  smile。　　He　evidently　had　no　idea　of　my　name；　which　was　not　to　be
  wondered　at。
  〃I　am　Lord　Cairngorm；〃　I　observed。
  〃Ohby　all　means；〃　answered　the　Ambassador　with　the　same
  hospitable　smile。　　〃Yesuhthe　fact　is；　I　must　try　and　find　out
  who　they　are；　such　lots　of　people；　you　know。〃
  〃Oh；　if　you　will　present　me；　I　will　try　and　find　out　for　you；〃　said
  I；　laughing。
  〃Ah；　yesso　kind　of　youcome　along；〃　said　my　host。　　We　threaded
  the　crowd；　and　in　a　few　minutes　we　stood　before　the　two　ladies。
  〃'Lowmintrduce　L'd　Cairngorm；〃　he　said；　then；　adding　quickly　to　me；
  〃Come　and　dine　to…morrow；　won't　you？〃　he　glided　away　with　his
  pleasant　smile　and　disappeared　in　the　crowd。
  I　sat　down　beside　the　beautiful　girl；　conscious　that　the　eyes　of
  the　duenna　were　upon　me。
  〃I　think　we　have　been　very　near　meeting　before；〃　I　remarked；　by　way
  of　opening　the　conversation。
  My　companion　turned　her　eyes　full　upon　me　with　an　air　of　inquiry。
  She　evidently　did　not　recall　my　face；　if　she　had　ever　seen　me。
  〃ReallyI　cannot　remember；〃　she　observed；　in　a　low　and　musical
  voice。　　〃When？〃
  〃In　the　first　place；　you　came　down　from　Berlin　by　the　express　ten
  days　ago。　　I　was　going　the　other　way；　and　our　carriages　stopped
  opposite　each　other。　　I　saw　you　at　the　window。〃
  〃Yeswe　came　that　way；　but　I　do　not　remember〃　　She　hesitated。
  〃Secondly；〃　I　continued；　〃I　was　sitting　alone　in　my　garden　last
  summernear　the　end　of　Julydo　you　remember？　　You　must　have
  wandered　in　there　through　the　park；　you　came　up　to　the　house　and
  looked　at　me〃
  〃Was　that　you？〃　she　asked；　in　evident　surprise。　　Then　she　broke
  into　a　laugh。　　〃I　told　everybody　I　had　seen　a　ghost；　there　had
  never　been　any　Cairngorms　in　the　place　since　the　memory　of　man。　　We
  left　the　next　day；　and　never　heard　that　you　had　come　there；　indeed；
  I　did　not　know　the　castle　belonged　to　you。〃
  〃Where　were　you　staying？〃　I　asked。
  〃Where？　　Why；　with　my　aunt；　where　I　always　stay。　　She　is　your
  neighbor；　since　it　IS　you。〃
  〃Ibeg　your　pardonbut　thenis　your　aunt　Lady　Bluebell？　　I　did
  not　quite　catch〃
  〃Don't　be　afraid。　　She　is　amazingly　deaf。　　Yes。　　She　is　the　relict
  of　my　beloved　uncle；　the　sixteenth　or　seventeenth　Baron　BluebellI
  forget　exactly　how　many　of　them　there　have　been。　　And　Ido　you
  know　who　I　am？〃　　She　laughed；　well　knowing　that　I　did　not。
  〃No；〃　I　answered　frankly。　　〃I　have　not　the　least　idea。　　I　asked　to
  be　introduced　because　I　recognized　you。　　Perhapsperhaps　you　are　a
  Miss　Bluebell？〃
  〃Considering　that　you　are　a　neighbor；　I　will　tell　you　who　I　am；〃
  she　answered。　　〃No；　I　am　of　the　tribe　of　Bluebells；　but　my　name　is
  Lammas；　and　I　have　been　given　to　understand　that　I　was　christened
  Margaret。　　Being　a　floral　family；　they　call　me　Daisy。　　A　dreadful
  American　man　once　told　me　that　my　aunt　was　a　Bluebell　and　that　I
  was　a　Harebellwith　two　l's　and　an　ebecause　my　hair　is　so　thick。
  I　warn　you；　so　that　you　may　avoid　making　such　a　bad　pun。〃
  〃Do　I　look　like　a　man　who　makes　puns？〃　I　asked；　being　very
  conscious　of　my　melancholy　face　and　sad　looks。
  Miss　Lammas　eyed　me　critically。
  〃No；　you　have　a　mournful　temperament。　　I　think　I　can　trust　you；〃
  she　answered。　　〃Do　you　think　you　could　communicate　to　my　aunt　the
  fact　that　you　are　a　Cairngorm　and　a　neighbor？　　I　am　sure　she　would
  like　to　know。〃
  I　leaned　toward　the　old　lady；　inflating　my　lungs　for　a　yell。　　But
  Miss　Lammas　stopped　me。
  〃That　is　not　of　the　slightest　use；〃　she　remarked。　　〃You　can　write
  it　on　a　bit　of　paper。　　She　is　utterly　deaf。〃
  〃I　have　a　pencil；〃　I　answered；　〃but　I　have　no　paper。　　Would　my　cuff
  do；　do　you　think？〃
  〃Oh；　yes！〃　replied　Miss　Lammas；　with　alacrity；　〃men　often　do　that。〃
  I　wrote　on　my　cuff：　〃Miss　Lammas　wishes　me　to　explain　that　I　am
  your　neighbor；　Cairngorm。〃　　Then　I　held　out　my　arm　before　the　old
  lady's　nose。　　She　seemed　perfectly　accustomed　to　the　proceeding；
  put　up　her　glasses；　read　the　words；　smiled；　no