derstood it all now. Here was the clue to his confused
recollections, to the strange little scene he had just
witnessed. Another moonlit courtyard came to his remembrance,
a gleaming, rushing river, a background of shadowy hills, and
a little coy, wilful, chattering girl, with curly hair and
great brown eyes--those very eyes that had been perplexing him
not ten minutes ago.

"I think you and I have met before," he said to Madelon,
smiling; "but I daresay you don't remember much about it,
though I recollect you very well now."

"We have met before?" said Madelon. "Pardon, Monsieur, but I
do not very well recall it."

"At Chaudfontaine, five years ago, when you were quite a
little girl. You are Madeleine Linders, are you not?"

"Yes, I am Madeleine Linders," she answered. "I have often
been at Chaudfontaine; did you stay at the hotel there?"

"Only for one night," said Graham; "but you and I had a long
talk together in the courtyard that evening. Let me see, how
can I recall it to you? Ah! there was a little green and gold
fish----"

"Was that you?" cried Madelon, her face suddenly brightening
with a flush of intelligence and pleasure. "I have it still,
that little fish. Ah! how glad I am now that I did not give it
away! That gentleman was so kind to me, I shall never forget
him. But it was you!" she added, with a sudden recognition of
Graham's identity.

"It was indeed," he said laughing. "So you have thought of me
sometimes since then? But I am afraid you would not have
remembered me if I had not told you who I was."

"I was such a little girl then," said Madelon colouring. "Five
years ago--why I was not six years old; but I remember you very
well now," she added, smiling up at him. "I have often thought
of you, Monsieur, and I am so glad to see you again."

She said it with a little naive air of frankness and sincerity
which was very engaging, giving him her hand as she spoke.

"I am glad you have not quite forgotten me," said Graham,
sitting down by her on the window seat; "but indeed you have
grown so much, I am not sure I should have recollected you, if
I had not seen your name here. What have you been doing ever
since? Have you ever been to Chaudfontaine again?"

"Oh, very often," said Madelon. "We go there almost every year
for a little while--not this year though, for we were at
Wiesbaden till three weeks ago, and then papa had to come to
Paris at once."

"And do you still go about everywhere w