Mademoiselle d'Albret entered, her nurse's cloak draped gracefully from her shoulders, the little, nunlike cap and wimple hiding her hair, while a veil concealed her face to some extent. Through its meshes one could make out a face that seemed young and pretty, and a pair of great, dark eyes. Her figure also left nothing to be desired, and she carried herself with grace and easy dignity. Mr. Doolittle, who had an eye for female pulchritude, ceased to regret the necessity of catering to a customer's whim and settled himself to a pleasant interview after rising to bow and offer her a chair. "Mademoiselle has called, I presume, about an investment," he began, ingratiatingly. "Anything that the bank can do in the way of advice----" "Of advice, yes, monsieur," broke in mademoiselle, speaking in a clear, bell-like voice. "But it is not of an investment that I have need. On the contrary, the money which you have so faithfully guarded for me during the years of the war is reserved for a purpose which I fear you would fail to approve. I have come to arrange with you to transfer the account to America and to seek your assistance in getting there myself." The account had been profitable to the bank in the years it had lain idle there, the lady was good to look upon and, even if the account was to be lost, he felt benevolent toward her. Besides, her voice and manner were those of a lady, and natural courtesy bade him extend to her all the aid he could. Therefore he smiled acquiescence. "The transfer of the money is a simple matter," he stated. "A draft on our house in New York, or a letter of credit--it is all one. They will gladly serve you there as we have served you here. But if you wish to follow your money--that, I fear, is a different matter." "It is because it is different--and difficult--that I have ventured to intrude upon you, monsieur, and not for an idle formality. It is necessary that I get to America, to a place called Eo-dah-o--is it not? I do not know how to say it?" "Spell it," suggested the tactful Doolittle. Mademoiselle spelled it, and Doolittle gave her the correct pronunciation with a charming smile which she answered. "Ah, yes! Idaho! It is, I believe, at some distance from New York, perhaps a night and a day even on the railroad." "Or even more," said Doolittle. "Mademoiselle speaks of America, and that is a large country. From New York to Idaho is as far as from Paris to Constantinople--or even farther. But I interrupt. Mademoiselle would go to Idaho, and for what purpose?" "It is there, I fear, that the difficulty lies," said mademoiselle with frankness. "It is necessary, I presume, that one have a purpose and make it known?" "It is not, so far as permission to go is concerned, although the matter of a passport may be difficult to arrange. But there is the further question of passage." "And it is precisely there that I seek monsieur's advice. How am I to secure passage to America?"