Immediately the gentlemen are out to assist the ladies. One glance Craig gives at the huge pile of masonry and he has impressed the location of the princely mansion on his mind. It rather staggers him to think of this young girl, the sole heiress to great wealth, having passed through such singular adventures on this night. Craig is a Canadian, and, in a measure, accustomed to English ways. He wonders what his people would think of such an escapade, and smiles at the recollection of his austere aunt, so proud of her blue blood and of an unblemished name. It is the destiny of Canadians to draw nearer the American, while separating from the English, and the younger generation feel this more and more in the drift of commerce. So Aleck, while brought up with a keen perception of the proprieties, can even pardon such a breach of the same under certain circumstances. Somehow he lays much stress on the personal declaration that her motives are governed by sacred purposes. Not that he can understand it--he does not attempt to do so--but there is a charm in Dorothy’s presence that makes him believe whatever she may say. ’Twas ever thus. A man in love is fain to pin his faith on the goodness of the ethereal being who has charmed him. All others may be false, deceptive, and born flirts, but this one bright, particular star is an exception. That is the subtle glamour love dusts in the eyes of his votaries. Whom the little god would secure in his net, he first makes blind. “I cannot thank you for your kindness, Mr. Craig. Perhaps by to-morrow night I shall be in a better condition to talk upon this subject. I feel that an explanation is due you,” she says, giving him her hand. “I don’t know about that, Miss Cereal,” he says. “But you will come?” she adds eagerly. He tries to keep his feelings in subjection by remembering the strange companion with whom Dorothy sauntered about the Midway, and who certainly took upon himself all the airs of a lover. Only in this way can he subdue the sudden spasm of exaltation that sends the hot blood leaping through his veins at the solicitude of her voice. “I promised, and unless something prevents me I shall be there, glad of the opportunity to meet your father.” Then she says good night, and runs up the steps. A light burns in the hall. Mrs. Merrick lingers a minute to say a few words. “I will keep my promise, depend upon it, young sir. Some time you may know my story, and perhaps you will believe I have not been wholly actuated by a love of money.” Then she follows her young mistress up the steps. A servant has just opened the heavy door, and Aleck can see the handsome hall. The young reveler on the seat beside the driver has reached the pavement. “Beg pardon, gents, but is there room inside for a chap of my size? Devilish hard seat up there, you know. Here, driver, 's your pay,” handing him a bill with the air only a royal prince or a roysterer half seas over can assume.