stupid key was at the imbecile club-house, whither he was now going for

it, and not to be alarmed. Their voices answered reassuringly, and Gazza
was heard growing distant, singing some little song.

Kitty was apparentlyunable to get away from John's crudity. "He actually
said that?"

"Yes."
"Where was it? Tell me about it, Hortense."

"We were walking in the country on that occasion.
Kitty still lingered with it. "Did he look--I've never had any man--I

wonder if--how did you feel?"
"Not disagreeably." And Hortense permitted herself to laugh musically.

Kitty's voice at once returned to the censorious tone. "Well, I call such
language as that very--very--"

Hortense helped her. "Operatic?"
"He could never be taught in those ways either," declared Kitty. "You

would find his ardor always untrained--provincial."
Once more Hortense abstained from making any answer.

Kitty grew superior. "Well, if that's to your taste, Hortense Rieppe!"
"It was none of it like Charley," murmured Hortense.

"I should think not! Charley's not crude. What do you see in that man?"
"I like the way his hair curls above his ears."

For this Kitty found nothing but an impatient exclamation.
And now the voice of Hortense sank still deeper in dreaminess,--down to

where the truth lay; and from those depths came the truth, flashing
upward through the drowsy words she spoke: "I think I want him for his

innocence."
What light these words may have brought to Kitty, I had no chance to

learn; for the voice of Gazza returning with the key put an end to this
conversation. But I doubted if Kitty had it in her to fathom the nature

of Hortense. Kitty was like a trim little clock that could tick tidily on
an ornate shelf; she could go, she could keep up with time, with the

rapid epoch to which she belonged, but she didn't really have many works.
I think she would have scoffed at that last languorous speech as a piece

of Hortense's nonsense, and that is why Hortense uttered it aloud: she
was safe from being understood. But in my ears it sounded the note of

revelation, the simple central secret of Hortense's fire, a flame fed
overmuch with experience, with sophistication, grown cold under the

ministrations of adroitness, and lighted now by the "crudity" of John's
love-making. And when, after an interval, I had rowed my boat back, and

got into the carriage, and started on my long drive from Udolpho to Kings
Port, I found that there was almost nothing about all this which I did

not know now. Hortense, like most riddles when you are told the answer,
was clear:--

"I think I want him for his innocence."
Yes; she was tired of love-making whose down had been rubbed off; she

hungered for love-making with the down still on, even if she must pay for
it with marriage. Who shall say if her enlightened and modern eye could

not look beyond such marriage (when it should grow monotonous) to
divorce?

XXI: Hortense's Cigarette Goes Out
John was the riddle that I could not read. Among my last actions of this

day was one that had been almost my earliest, and bedtime found me
staring at his letter, as I stood, half undressed, by my table. The calm

moon brought back Udolpho and what had been said there, as it now shone
down upon the garden where Hortense had danced. I stared at John's letter

as if its words were new to me, instead of being words that I could have
fluently repeated from beginning to end without an error; it was as if,

by virtue of mere gazing at the document, I hoped to wring more meaning
from it, to divine what had been in the mind which had composed it; but

instead of this, I seemed to get less from it, instead of more. Had the
boy's purpose been to mystify me, he could scarce have done better. I

think that he had no such intention, for it would have been wholly unlike
him; but I saw no sign in it that I had really helped him, had really

shaken his old quixotic resolve, nor did I see any of his having found a
new way of his own out of the trap. I could not believe that the dark

road of escape had taken any lodgement in his thought, but had only
passed over it, like a cloud with a heavy shadow. But these are surmises

at the best: if John had formed any plan, I can never know it, and
Juno's remarks at breakfast on Sunday morning sounded strange, like

something a thousand miles away. For she spoke of the wedding, and of the
fact that it would certainly be a small one. She went over the names of

the people who would have to be invited, and doubted if she were one of
these. But if she should be, then she would go--for the sake of Miss

Josephine St. Michael, she declared. In short, it was perfectly plain
that Juno was much afraid of being left out, and that wild horses could

not drag her away from it, if an invitation came to her. But, as I say,
this side of the wedding seemed to have nothing to do with it, when I

thought of all that lay beneath; my one interest to-day was to see John
Mayrant, to get from him, if not by some word, then by some look or

intonation, a knowledge of what he meant to do. Therefore, disappointment
and some anxiety met me when I stepped from the Hermana's gangway upon

her deck, and Charley asked me if he was coming. But the launch, sent
back to wait, finally brought John, apologizing for his lateness.

Meanwhile, I was pleased to find among the otherwise complete party
General Rieppe. What I had seen of him from a distance held promise, and

the hero's nearer self fulfilled it. We fell to each other's lot for the
most natural of reasons: nobody else desired the company of either of us.

Charley was making himself the devoted servant of Hortense, while Kitty
drew Beverly, Bohm, and Gazza in her sprightly wake. To her, indeed, I

made a few compliments during the first few minutes after my coming
aboard, while every sort of drink and cigar was being circulated among us

by the cabin boy. Kitty's costume was the most markedly maritime thing
that I have ever beheld in any waters, and her white shoes looked (I must

confess) supremely well on her pretty little feet. I am no advocate of
sumptuary laws; but there should be one prohibiting big-footed women from

wearing white shoes. Did these women know what a spatulated effect their
feet so shod produce, no law would be needed. Yes, Kitty was

superlatively, stridently maritime; you could have known from a great
distance that she belonged to the very latest steam yacht class, and that

she was perfectlyignorant of the whole subject. On her left arm, for
instance, was worked a red propeller with one blade down, and two

chevrons. It was the rating mark for a chief engineer, but this, had she
known it, would not have disturbed her.

"I chose it," she told me in reply to my admiration of it, "because it's
so pretty. Oh, won't we enjoy ourselves while those stupid old

blue-bloods in Kings Port are going to church!" And with this she gave a
skip, and ordered the cabin boy to bring her a Remsen cooler. Beverly

Rodgers called for dwarf's blood, and I chose a horse's neck, and soon
found myself in the society of the General.

He was sipping whiskey and plain water. "I am a rough soldiers sir," he
explained to me, "and I keep to the simple beverage of the camp. Had we

not 'rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not
of'?" And he waved a stately hand at my horse's neck. "You are

acquainted with the works of Shakespeare?"
I replied that I had a moderate knowledge of them, and assured him that a

horse's neck was very simple.
"Doubtless, sir; but a veteran is ever old-fashioned."

"Papa," said Hortense, "don't let the sun shine upon your head."
"Thank you, daughter mine." They said no more; but I presently felt that

for some reason she watched him.
He moved farther beneath the awning, and I followed him. "Are you a

father, sir? No? Then you cannot appreciate what it is to confide such a
jewel as yon girl to another's keeping." He summoned the cabin boy, who

brought him some more of the simple beverage of the camp, and I, feeling
myself scarce at liberty to speak on matters so near to him and so far

from me as his daughter's marriage, called his attention to the beautiful