A slightly cynical expression came over Captain Chancellor's face, and there was a suspicion of a sneer in his voice as he replied-- "Really? I didn't know your views had progressed so far. Perhaps this is the real secret of your visit to Wareborough: it is said to be a first-rate neighbourhood for picking up millionaires in." "Thank you for the suggestion," answered Miss Eyrecourt, calmly; "but I have no intention of the kind. I have no idea of selling myself. When I do get my money I should prefer it without appendages. I shall not try for a Wareborough millionaire at present; certainly not--as long as there is a chance of godmamma Dervock awakening to a proper sense of her duty." Captain Chancellor's brow cleared a little. Just then Mrs Dalrymple, whose attention had been caught by a stray word or two of their low-toned conversation, interrupted it by an inquiry as to what he thought of Wareborough. He laughed a little as he answered her, that so far he could hardly venture to have any thoughts on the subject. "I only crossed over from Ireland yesterday," he said. "It was eleven o'clock last night when I reached Wareborough, and the whole of to-day I have been conscious but of one sensation." "Fog?" inquired Roma. "Yes, fog," he replied. "And, by-the-bye, that reminds me I had such a funny little adventure when I came here to-night," he stopped abruptly and looked searchingly round the table. "What is the matter? Whom are you looking for?" asked both his neighbours at once. "No, she is certainly not here," he replied inconsequently. "Even if my impression of her features is mistaken, there is no girl here dressed as she was. She had a scarlet band round her hair and something silver at one side. What can have become of her?" "Beauchamp, are you going out of your mind? What are you talking about?" exclaimed Miss Eyrecourt. "Mary," to Mrs Dalrymple, "I am sure his senses are going--a mysterious `she' with scarlet and silver in her hair?" "I think I understand," said Mrs Dalrymple, looking amused. "Captain Chancellor must have met my little friend Eugenia Laurence as he came in. I remember hearing the bell ring just before you rang," she continued, turning to the young man--"the first was a very feeble attempt." "But she is not little, she is very tall, whoever she is," objected Beauchamp. "Rather, not very. Certainly she is not taller than Roma, but then she is so very thin." "Thank you, that means I am very fat," observed Miss Eyrecourt. "Nonsense, you are just right. Eugenia is a mere child. So you made acquaintance with her outside in the fog, did you, Captain Chancellor? How very funny! I wonder she didn't run away in a fright, poor child. I should like to know if you think she promises to be pretty. Roma thinks so, don't you, dear? But you are very hard to please I hear, Captain Chancellor. I must introduce you to Eugenia after dinner. She is a great pet of mine."