Tiara looked up through her tears, a few pretty locks of hair having now fallen in beautiful disorder across her brow. "Mr. Ellwood, I cannot endure the name Douglass and I cannot explain," said she. Ensal now perceived that this name Douglass had somehow made the girl's thoughts touch upon the very core of her life's troubles. "Douglass, Douglass, Douglass; no not Douglass," repeated Tiara in passionate tones, evidently trying to accept the name for Ensal's sake and yet being unable to do so. "Your name shall be Tiara Merlow," said Ensal. "Merlow--Merlow. I like that," said Tiara. "I will arrange for you to stop with Mrs. Helen Crawford," said Ensal. "Thank you," said Tiara. Tiara now arose to go, but it was evident that there was something yet unspoken. As she reached the door of the room she turned around and looked Ensal directly in the face. Ensal had been following her to the door, and the two now stood near each other. "She is just tall and large enough to be grand in appearance, which, coupled with her beauty of face and symmetry of form, make her fit to set a new standard of loveliness in woman," mentally observed Ensal. "Mr. Ellwood," said Tiara, "I perceive that you are an admirer of Frederick Douglass. Do you approve of his marriage to a white woman?" Ensal was about to answer, when something in Tiara's look told him that he was somehow about to pass final judgment upon himself. He looked at Tiara to see if he could glean from her countenance a hint of her leaning, but her countenance was purposely a blank. He now tried to recall the tone in which she asked the question, but as he remembered it, that, too, was noncommittal. He was not seeking to divine Tiara's opinion with a view to shaping his own accordingly. If it was apparent that he and she agreed, he was of course ready to answer. If they were to differ, he preferred to postpone answering until such a time as he might be able to accompany his answer with his reason for the same. Ensal now said smilingly, "Practice suspension of judgment in my case. In some way I may let you know my views on the matter later on." "All right," said Tiara, slowly turning to leave. It was evident to Ensal that further progress in her favor was largely contingent upon his answer, and the marriage of Frederick Douglass to a white woman became an exceedingly live question with him. He accompanied Tiara and Foresta home and the moonlight and starlight never before appeared so glorious to him or nature so benign. After all the heart makes its world. CHAPTER VI. _Friendly Enemies._