jured; and I expect my friends to feel injured
too. I've offered myself to an Englishman, and he's refused to have me.
There's no getting; away from that fact, and it's not a soothing
experience for a free-born American. I'm through with Englishmen from
this time forth!"

"Except Stanor! Be kind to Stanor. He's always liked you, Honor, and
he knows no one in America. Promise me to be kind to Stanor, and see
him as often as you can!"

Honor's brown eyes searched Pixie's face with a curious glance. Then,
rising from her chair, she crossed the room and kissed her warmly upon
the cheek.

"Yes, I'll look after him. I'll do anything you want, and nothing you
_don't_ want. You can trust me, my dear. Remember that, won't you?
You're a real sweet thing, Patricia!"

Pixie laughed with characteristic complacence.

"Yes; but why especially at this moment? I always _am_, aren't I? And
how superfluous, me dear, to talk of trust? What have I got to trust?"

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A fortnight later Geoffrey and Joan Hilliard, Stephen Glynn, and Pixie
journeyed to Liverpool to see the last of the travellers. The little
party stood together on the deck of the great vessel, surrounded on
every side by surge and bustle, but silent themselves with the silence
which falls when the heart is full. Travelling down to Liverpool they
had been quite a merry party, and there had been no effort in keeping
the conversation afloat; but the last moments sealed their lips. Honor
drew a few yards apart with the elderly, kindly-faced maid who was her
faithful attendant; Stephen Glynn and the Hilliards strolled away in an
opposite direction. Pixie and her lover stood alone.

"Well, little girl... this is good-bye! Don't forget me, darling..."

Pixie gulped.

"Take care of yourself, Stanor. Be happy! ... I want you to be happy."

"I shall be wretched!" said Stanor hotly. "I'm leaving you. Oh!
Pixie--" He broke off suddenly as the last bell sounded its warning
note, and bent to kiss her lips; "Good-bye, my little love!"

The tears poured down Pixie's face as she turned aside, and Geoffrey
Hilliard led her tenderly down the gangway on to the landing-stage,
where they stood together, tightly jammed in the crowd which watched the
great steamer slowly move into the stream. Stanor and Honor were
standing together leaning over the towering hull; their faces were pale,
but they w