e you have been enjoying your outing this season, my darling,"
said Varrick.

"I have had the most delightful time of my life," she declared.

Varrick frowned. It was not so pleasant for him to hear that she could
enjoy herself in his absence. Jealousy was deeply rooted in his nature.

"Is there any special one who has helped to make it so pleasant?" he
asked.

"Yes. Captain Frazier is here."

"Have you been flirting with him, Gerelda?" he asked.

"Don't be jealous, Hubert."

"I am jealous!" he cried. "You know that is the curse of the Varricks."

By this time they had reached the hotel. Throngs of beautiful women
crowded the broad piazzas, yet Varrick noticed with some pride that
Gerelda was the most beautiful girl there.

"You must be very tired after your long journey," she murmured. "You
should retire early, to be fully rested for to-morrow."

"Do you mean _you_ wish to retire early?" asked Hubert, rather
down-hearted that she wanted to dismiss him so soon. "If you think it
best I will leave you."

Was it only his fancy, or did her eyes brighten perceptibly?

A few more turns up and down the veranda, a few impassioned words in a
cozy nook, and then he said good-night to her, delivering her to the
care of her chaperon.

But even after he had reached his room, and thrown himself across his
couch, Varrick could not sleep.

The sound of laughter floated up to him.

Though it was an hour since he had bidden Gerelda good-night, he fancied
that it was her voice he heard in the porch below; and he fancied, too,
that he knew the other deep rich voice that chimed in now and then with
hers.

"That is certainly Frazier," he muttered.

Seizing his coat and hat, he donned them hurriedly, left his room,
stepped out of the hotel by a rear entrance, made a tour of the thickly
wooded grounds, until at last, from his hiding-place among the trees, he
could gain an excellent view of the brilliantly lighted piazza, himself
unseen.

His surmise had been but only too true.

Mad with jealous rage, Varrick turned on his heel.

He rushed down the path to the water's edge. A little boat was skimming
over the water, heading for the very spot where he stood. Its occupant,
a sturdy young fisherman, was just about to secure it to an iron ring,
when Varrick approached him.

"I should like to hire your boat for an hour," he said, huskily.

Varrick wanted to get away, to be by himself to think.

The bargain was made with