"Good-by," she said, as Maurice rose, and came forward to take it. "I hope that we shall see you again in a couple of days. I have still a good deal to show you." He had recovered his self-possession a little, and answered her with a smile:-- "You make it so delightful for me here that I am not sure you are not right in saying that you are my temptation." "Oh, I've already given up the office of tempter," she responded quickly. "I found a rival, and that I never could endure. You'll have your temptation with you." It seemed to Maurice when he came to take his seat in the parlor car that his cousin was little short of a witch. In the chair next to his own sat Berenice Morison. She greeted him with a friendly nod and smile. "Mrs. Wilson told me that you were going on this train," she said, "and she got a chair for you next to mine so that you should take care of me." He bowed rather confusedly, but with his heart full of delight. "I shall be glad to do anything I can for you," he answered, vexed that he had not a better reply at command. He saw the dapper young man across the aisle regard him curiously, and a feeling of dissatisfaction came over him as he reflected upon the singularity of his garb, and the incongruity between the clerical dress and the squiring of dames. Religious fervor is nourished by martyrdom, but it is seldom proof against ridicule. It is not impossible that the faint shade of amusement which Maurice fancied he detected in the eyes of the stranger opposite was a more effective cause for discontent with his calling than any of the influences to which he had been exposed under the auspices of Mrs. Staggchase.