"What a delightful place!" she said, when they came to the library. "And there is a whole row of books I want to consult. How I should like to come and read them." "Oh, pray do," he answered, "whenever you like. Ladies frequently do so. You have only to write and tell me when you wish to come, and I will see that you are properly attended to." "Thank you," Ideala rejoined. "It is just the very thing for me, for I am writing a little book, and cannot get on till I have consulted some authorities on the subject." In the museum they stopped to look at a mummy. "Oh, happy mummy!" burst from Ideala, involuntarily. "Why?" asked Lorrimer, aroused from his apathy. "It has done with it all, you know," she answered. Then he turned and looked at her, and she saw that he was something more than cold, pale-faced, and indifferent, which had been her first idea of him. His eyes were large, dark grey, and penetrating. She would have called his face fine, rather than handsome; but the upper part was certainly beautiful, in spite of some hard lines on it. There was something in the expression, more than in the formation, of the mouth and chin, however, that did not satisfy. His head and throat were splendid; the former narrowed a little at the back, but the forehead made up for the defect, which was not striking. He made Ideala think of Tito Melema and of Bayard. That remark of hers having broken the ice, they began to talk like human beings with something in common. But Ideala's mood was not calculated to produce a good impression. The failure of her enterprise brought on a fit of recklessness such as we understood, and she said some things which must have made a stranger think her peculiar. Lorrimer had begun to be amused before they returned to the great entrance hall. Once or twice he looked at her curiously. "What sort of a person are you, I wonder?" he was thinking, "I was dying of dulness," she said, telling him about the place she came from, "and so I came to see you." He left her for a moment, but presently returned with his brother. "You had better come and have some luncheon before you go back," he said. And she went. As they left the building Lorrimer asked her: "Where on earth did my cousin meet _you?"_--with the slightest possible emphasis. Ideala understood him, and laughed. "Upon my word I don't know who introduced her," she answered, standing on her dignity nevertheless. "I can't remember."