llow his methods to be questioned even by implication.

"Well, now, as to methods," he began, "theoretically you may be right
about publicity and that platform, but practically--well, let's forget
it! But, 'Gene--or whatever your damned name is!--don't forget me!
Good-by!"

The judge, the professor, Miss Scarlett, and all the rest had gone on
their various ways, and Madame le Claire was in one of the inner rooms
attended by Aaron, whom she had summoned.

"I'm not going to adopt poor Jim's language yet," said Elizabeth, when
she and Florian were again left alone. "'Florian, Florian!'--I like
that name. But think how hard it was to learn to call you 'Eugene.'
Do you remember where we were when I first called you that?"

"Don't you realize, dearie," said he, "that I know nothing of all that?
And except for your sweet letter, I knew nothing of you before that day
when I came from New York?"

"O----h!" she cried. "And all the lovely things you did to win me----
Oh, dear, I never thought of that. And you remember nothing--nothing
at all? Oh, it is dreadful, dreadful! No wonder I almost hated you
that night!"

He put his arm about her and kissed her lingeringly.

"Dearest! Sweetheart!" he said. "The loss is all mine! And to make
up for it, you must let me do them all over again--every one, a
thousand times. Come, let us go!"

At the door, she stopped and turned back.

"I must see Madame le Claire," said she.

Already the rooms were filled with the disorder of packing, and Aaron
was busy preparing for one of their Arab-like flittings. Madame le
Claire stood looking down into the street.

"Are you leaving Bellevale?" said Miss Waldron.

"On the next train," answered the hypnotist. "Our tour has been a long
time delayed."

"I hope," said Elizabeth, "that we shall see you again some time."

"It is quite probable," said Clara. "We are wanderers, and public
characters. Almost everybody sees us from time to time--if they
desire."

"I'm not going to leave you this way," said Elizabeth, with hurried
obscurity of expression. "You have done for me more--much
more--than--than I can say; but you know, you know!"

"I know you would do as much for me!"

"No, no!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "I never would. I'm not good enough.
I'm going away now, to be very, very happy, and I want you to see--to
know--how I feel toward you--oh, oh, I can't say what I mean! But some
time, when you get settled down from the ag