Warrington was too strongly dazzled by her beauty to-night to be mentally keen or to be observing as was his habit. He never spoke to his neighbor; he had eyes for none but Elsa, under whose spell he knew that he would remain while he lived. He was nothing to her; he readily understood. She was restless and lonely, and he amused her. So be it. He believed that there could not be an unhappier, more unfortunate man than himself. To have been betrayed by the one he had loved, second to but one, and to have this knowledge thrust upon him after all these years, was evil enough; but the nadir of his misfortunes had been reached by the appearance of this unreadable young woman. Of what use to warn her against himself, or against the possible, nay, probable misconstruction that would be given their unusual friendship? Craig would not be idle with his tales. And why had she put on all this finery to-night? To subjugate him? "You are not listening to a word I am saying!" "I beg your pardon! But I warned you that my Italian was rusty." He pulled himself together. "But I have been rattling away in English!" "And I have been wool-gathering." "Not at all complimentary to me." "It is because I am very unhappy; it is because Tantalus and I are brothers." "You should have the will to throw off these moods." "My moods, as you call them, are not like hats and coats." "I wish I could make you forget." "On the contrary, the sight of you makes memory all the keener." He had never spoken like that before. It rather subdued her, made her regret that she had surrendered to a vanity that was without aim or direction. Farthest from her thought was conquest of the man. She did not wish to hurt him. She was not a coquette. After dinner he did not suggest the usual promenade. Instead, he excused himself and went below. They arrived at Penang early Monday morning. Elsa decided that Warrington should take her and Martha on a personally conducted tour of the pretty town. As they left for shore he produced a small beautiful blue feather; he gave it to Elsa with the compliments of Rajah; and she stuck it in the pugree of her helmet. "This is not from the dove of peace." "Its arch-enemy, rather," he laughed. "I wish I had the ability to get as furious as that bird. It might do me a world of good." "How long is it since you were here?" "Four years," he answered without enthusiasm. He would not have come ashore at all but for the fact that Elsa had ordered the expedition. There was no inclination to explore the shops; so they hired a landau and rode about town, climbed up to the quaint temple in the hills, and made a tour of the botanical gardens. "Isn't it delicious!" murmured Elsa, taking in deep breaths of the warm spice-laden air. Since her visit to the wonderful gardens at Kandy in Ceylon, she had found a new interest in plants and trees.