ope flitted for a moment over the sad face.

"I've thought of that, Lorna. Perhaps I've been too morbid. It seemed to
me that every Englishman must know of what I had been accused. And I had
no credentials to offer. Now, with a five years' reference from the
Ferroni Company in Naples I might have a chance of a job in Australia.
It's worth considering--for your sake, child, if not for mine."

During the whole of the first week of the holidays Lorna amused herself
as best she might in their little lodgings in Naples. While her father
was at the office she read or sewed, or played on a wretched old piano,
which had little tune in it but was better than nothing. The evenings
were her golden times, for then they would go out together, sometimes
into the Italian quarters of the city, or sometimes by tram into the
suburbs, where there were beautiful promenades with views of the sea. In
these walks she grew to be his companion, and instead of shrinking from
him as in former days, she met him on a new footing and gave him of her
best. Together they planned a home in a fresh hemisphere, and talked
hopefully of better things that were perhaps in store for them over the
ocean. And so life went on, and father and daughter might have realized
their vision, and have emigrated to another continent where no one knew
their name or their former history, and have made a fresh start and won
comparative success, but Dame Fortune, who sometimes has a use for our
past however bitterly she seems to have mismanaged it, interfered again,
and with fateful fingers re-flung the dice.

It certainly did not seem a fortunate circumstance, but quite the
reverse, when the grandchildren of their landlady, who occupied the
_etage_ above their rooms, sickened with measles. Lorna had never had
the complaint, and it was, of course, most important that she should not
convey germs back to the Villa Camellia, so it was a vital necessity to
move her immediately out of the area of infection. Signora Fiorenza,
harassed but sympathetic, suggested a visit to Capri, where her sister,
Signora Verdi, who owned a little orange farm and had a couple of spare
bedrooms, would probably take her in for the remainder of the holidays,
which would give the necessary quarantine before returning to the
school.

Mr. Carson jumped at the opportunity, and Lorna was told to pack her
bag.

"But Daddy, Daddy!" she remonstrated. "I don't want to leave you. Just
when we're happy toge