y my wife." Fletcher paused a moment to say
good-bye to the poor woman, while Lopez continued with increased
indignation, "If you do not go at once you will force me to desire
her to retire. She shall not remain in the same room with you."

"Good-bye, Mr. Fletcher," she said, again putting out her hand.

But Lopez struck it up, not violently, so as to hurt her, but still
with eager roughness. "Not in my presence," he said. "Go, sir, when
I desire you."

"God bless you, my friend," said Arthur Fletcher. "I pray that I may
live to see you back in the old country."

"He was--kissing you," said Lopez, as soon as the door was shut.

"He was," said Emily.

"And you tell me so to my face, with such an air as that!"

"What am I to tell you when you ask me? I did not bid him kiss me."

"But afterwards you took his part as his friend."

"Why not? I should lie to you if I pretended that I was angry with
him for what he did."

"Perhaps you will tell me that you love him."

"Of course I love him. There are different kinds of love, Ferdinand.
There is that which a woman gives to a man when she would fain mate
with him. It is the sweetest love of all, if it would only last. And
there is another love,--which is not given, but which is won, perhaps
through long years, by old friends. I have none older than Arthur
Fletcher, and none who are dearer to me."

"And you think it right that he should take you in his arms and kiss
you?"

"On such an occasion I could not blame him."

"You were ready enough to receive it, perhaps."

"Well; I was. He has loved me well, and I shall never see him again.
He is very dear to me, and I was parting from him for ever. It was
the first and the last, and I did not grudge it to him. You must
remember, Ferdinand, that you are taking me across the world from all
my friends."

"Psha," he said, "that is all over. You are not going anywhere that
I know of,--unless it be out into the streets when your father shuts
his door on you." And so saying he left the room without another
word.

CHAPTER LX

The Tenway Junction

And thus the knowledge was conveyed to Mrs. Lopez that her fate in
life was not to carry her to Guatemala. At the very moment in which
she had been summoned to meet Arthur Fletcher she had been busy with
her needle preparing that almost endless collection of garments
necessary for a journey of many days at sea. And now she was
informed, by a chance expression, by a wo