A more positive embarrassment, of a kind Lanfear was not prepared for, beset him in an incident which would have been more touching if he had been less singly concerned for the girl. A pretty English boy, with the dawn of a peachy bloom on his young cheeks, and an impulsiveness commoner with English youth than our own, talked with Miss Gerald one evening and the next day sent her an armful of flowers with his card. He followed this attention with a call at her father's apartment, and after Miss Gerald seemed to know him, and they had, as he told Lanfear, a delightful time together, she took up his card from the table where it was lying, and asked him if he could tell her who that gentleman was. The poor fellow's inference was that she was making fun of him, and he came to Lanfear, as an obvious friend of the family, for an explanation. He reported the incident, with indignant tears standing in his eyes: "What did she mean by it? If she took my flowers, she must have known that--that--they--And to pretend to forget my name! Oh, I say, it's too bad! She could have got rid of me without that. Girls have ways enough, you know." "Yes, yes," Lanfear assented, slowly, to gain time. "I can assure you that Miss Gerald didn't mean anything that could wound you. She isn't very well--she's rather odd--" "Do you mean that she's out of her mind? She can talk as well as any one--better!" "No, not that. But she's often in pain--greatly in pain when she can't recall a name, and I've no doubt she was trying to recall yours with the help of your card. She would be the last in the world to be indifferent to your feelings. I imagine she scarcely knew what she was doing at the moment." "Then, do you think--do you suppose--it would be any good my trying to see her again? If she wouldn't be indifferent to my feelings, do you think there would be any hope--Really, you know, I would give anything to believe that my feelings wouldn't offend her. You understand me?" "Perhaps I do." "I've never met a more charming girl and--she isn't engaged, is she? She isn't engaged to you? I don't mean to press the question, but it's a question of life and death with me, you know." Lanfear thought he saw his way out of the coil. "I can tell you, quite as frankly as you ask, that Miss Gerald isn't engaged to _me_." "Then it's somebody else--somebody in America! Well, I hope she'll be happy; _I_ never shall." He offered his hand to Lanfear. "I'm off." "Oh, here's the doctor, now," a voice said behind them where they stood by the garden wall, and they turned to confront Gerald with his daughter. "Why! Are you going?" she said to the Englishman, and she put out her hand to him. "Yes, Mr. Evers is going." Lanfear came to the rescue. "Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said, and the youth responded. "That's very good of you. I--good-by! I hope you'll be very happy--I--" He turned abruptly away, and ran into the hotel.