I am, as you see, domiciled in Brussels, where my car is attached by an unsympathetic hotel proprietor. Still, I am devoid of rancor, and mean to keep a sharp eye for a well-favored and well-dowered wife; such a one, in fact, as you managed to snap up under my very nose. With a thousand compliments, I am, Yours very sincerely, EDOUARD MARIGNY. P.S.--Devar went "steerage" to the United States when he heard of our affair. He thought it was all up with you, and with him. "The wretch!" murmured Cynthia. "Can he really believe even yet that I would have married him?" "I don't care tuppence what he believes," said Medenham, giving her a reassuring hug. "Indeed, I have a mind to write and ask him how much he owes in that hotel. Don't you see, my dear, that if it hadn't been for Marigny there was a chance that I might have left you at Bristol." "Never!" cooed Cynthia. "Well, now I have got you, I am beginning to imagine all sorts of terrible possibilities which might have parted us. I remember thinking, when my foot slipped...." "Oh, don't!" she murmured. "I can't bear to hear of that. Sometimes, in Calais, I awoke screaming, and then I knew I had seen it in my dreams.... There, you have disarranged my hat!... But I don't think much of _your_ budget, anyhow; mine is a great deal more to the point. My father told me this morning that he is sure he will feel very lonely now. He never meant, he said, to put anyone in my dear mother's place, but he will miss me so greatly--that, perhaps, Mrs. Leland----" "By Jove," cried Medenham, "that will be splendid! I like Mrs. Leland. At one time, do you know, I rather fancied she might become my step-mother, now it seems I shall have to greet her as a mother-in-law. She was bound to come into the family one way or another. When is it to be?" Cynthia laughed delightedly. "Father looked _so_ confused when I asked him. Say, wouldn't it be a joke if Simmonds brought them to Scarland Towers one day, and they were announced by some solemn footman as 'Mr. and Mrs. Vanrenen'?" "Cynthia, you _know_," he teased her. "I don't know, but I am a good guesser," she said. And she was. THE END A FEW OF GROSSET & DUNLAP'S Great Books at Little Prices QUINCY ADAMS SAWYER. A Picture of New England Home Life. With illustrations by C. W. Reed, and Scenes Reproduced from the Play. One of the best New England stories ever written. It is full of homely human interest ... there is a wealth of New England village character, scenes and incidents ... forcibly, vividly and truthfully drawn. Few books have enjoyed a greater sale and popularity. Dramatized, it made the greatest rural play of recent times. THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF QUINCY ADAMS SAWYER. By Charles Felton Pidgin. Illustrated by Henry Roth.