“You’re a Job’s comforter, Aleck. Under the circumstances, physician, heal thyself,” retorts the other. “Eh? What now?” “It chances to be the young woman in whom you have such a deep interest.” At this Craig becomes all attention. “You mean Dorothy--where is she?” he demands. “Hush! not quite so loud, my boy. Glance over yonder, she is just going into the Japanese bazaar.” As Craig looks he receives a shock. The brilliant lights fall upon a face he cannot forget and which is just being covered by the light veil attached to her hat. Dorothy it is, the millionaire’s daughter. His interest is quickly aroused, and under the circumstances it is not at all strange that he should desire to see who her male companion may be. They are conversing eagerly, as though deeply interested in each other. Another moment and the bazaar has closed upon them. “Let us follow,” suggests Wycherley, at once. Aleck hesitates. “I’m not sure that it would be just the thing,” he says doubtfully, but the other gives a scoffing laugh. “Tell that to the marines. You want to go--you have a deep interest in this young lady, and it is but natural you should want to see who her companion is. Come.” The temptation is irresistible. “I can buy another cane, at any rate,” he mutters. “How many have you got now?” asks Wycherley. “Two dozen or more. It’s a fad of mine, you see.” They enter the bazaar, which, if not a very spacious building, is at least well-stocked, and usually crowded with sight-seers or purchasers. Aleck endeavors to keep at a distance from the pair whose entrance has inspired their action, at the same time he manages to direct numerous glances at the gentleman in question. “Well, what d’ye make of him?” asks Wycherley. “I am favorably impressed with his looks,” is the frank response that causes a low whistle of surprise to leave the actor’s lips. “Well, I’ll be hanged! In confidence between us, my dear fellow, I quite agree with you. Looks like an independent young chap. There’s something about his style, his bronzed face and hands, the soft hat he wears, and his general get-up, that suggests the miner to me.” “Well, it didn’t occur to me before, but now that you mention it I can see the same thing. What it means, I am at a loss to say.” “See how fondly she clings to him.” “Claude, you are cruel.” “Nonsense, my dear boy. Follow my example. When I found my cake was dough, I gave her up without a struggle. That’s diplomacy in love matters. I learned it long ago, on the stage. Go thou and do likewise. Seriously, I reckon you haven’t the ghost of a show there, so be philosophical, my merry bachelor, and take things as they come. As for myself, I’m trying to place this gentleman; something about his face seems familiar. It may be I’ve noticed him on the Midway at some time.”