Subsequent events proved her surmise regarding Mr. Brown's indifference to be perfectly well founded. That young man searched for his card, found it, and sat down on the chair opposite the young woman, who already occupied her chair, and was, in fact, the first one at table. Seeing there would be no unseemly dispute about places, she began to plan in her own mind how she would first attract the attention of Mr. Wentworth. While thinking how best to approach her victim, Jennie heard his voice. 'Here you are, Kenyon; here are our places.' 'Which is mine?' said the voice of Kenyon. 'It doesn't matter,' answered Wentworth, and then a thrill of fear went through the gentle heart of Miss Jennie Brewster. She had not thought of the young man not caring which seat he occupied, and she dreaded the possibility of finding herself next to Kenyon rather than Wentworth. Her first estimate of the characters of the two men seemed to be correct. She always thought of Kenyon as Bunyan, and she felt certain that Wentworth would be the easier man of the two to influence. The next moment her fears were allayed, for Kenyon, giving a rapid glance at the handsome young woman, deliberately chose the seat farthest from her, and Wentworth, with 'I beg your pardon,' slipped in and sat down on the chair beside her. 'Now,' thought Jennie, with a sigh of relief, 'our positions are fixed for the meals of the voyage.' She had made her plans for beginning an acquaintance with the young man, but they were rendered unnecessary by the polite Mr. Wentworth handing her the bill of fare. 'Oh, thank you,' said the girl, in a low voice, which was so musical that Wentworth glanced at her a second time and saw how sweet and pretty and innocent she was. 'I'm in luck,' said the unfortunate young man to himself. Then he remarked aloud: 'We have not many ladies with us this voyage.' 'No,' replied Miss Brewster; 'I suppose nobody crosses at this time of the year unless compelled to.' 'I can answer for two passengers that such is the case.' 'Do you mean yourself as one?' 'Yes, myself and my friend.' 'How pleasant it must be,' said Miss Brewster, 'to travel with a friend! Then one is not lonely. I, unfortunately, am travelling alone.' 'I fancy,' said the gallant Wentworth, 'that if you are lonely while on board ship, it will be entirely your own fault.' Miss Brewster laughed a silvery little laugh. 'I don't know about that,' she said. 'I am going to that Mecca of all Americans--Paris. My father is to meet me there, and we are then going on to the Riviera together.' 'Ah, that will be very pleasant,' said Wentworth. 'The Riviera at this season is certainly a place to be desired.' 'So I have heard,' she replied. 'Have you not been across before?' 'No, this is my first trip. I suppose you have crossed many times?' 'Oh no,' answered the Englishman; 'this is only my second voyage, my first having been the one that took me to America.'