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on the soft cushions, and inhaled the warm smell of leather. They started, and soon the pelting rain beat harmlessly against the windows. Aristide looked out at the streaming streets, and, hugging himself comfortably, thanked Providence and Mr. Smith. But who was Mr. Smith? _Tiens_, thought he, there were two little Miss Smiths at the academy; he had pitied them because they had chilblains, freckles, and perpetual colds in their heads; possibly this was their kind papa. But, after all, what did it matter whose papa he was? He was expecting him. He had sent the carriage for him. Evidently a well-bred and attentive person. And _tiens!_ there was even a hot-water can on the floor of the brougham. "He thinks of everything, that man," said Aristide. "I feel I am going to like him." The carriage stopped at a house in Hampstead, standing, as far as he could see in the darkness, in its own grounds. The footman opened the door for him to alight and escorted him up the front steps. A neat parlour-maid received him in a comfortably-furnished hall and took his hat and greatcoat and magnificent bouquet. "Mr. Smith hasn't come back yet from the City, sir; but Miss Christabel is in the drawing-room." "Ah!" said Aristide. "Please give me back my bouquet." The maid showed him into the drawing-room. A pretty girl of three-and-twenty rose from a fender-stool and advanced smilingly to meet him. "Good afternoon, M. le Baron. I was wondering whether Thomas would spot you. I'm so glad he did. You see, neither father nor I could give him any description, for we had never seen you." This fitted in with his theory. But why Baron? After all, why not? The English loved titles. "He seems to be an intelligent fellow, mademoiselle." There was a span of silence. The girl looked at the bouquet, then at Aristide, who looked at the girl, then at the bouquet, then at the girl again. "Mademoiselle," said he, "will you deign to accept these flowers as a token of my respectful homage?" Miss Christabel took the flowers and blushed prettily. She had dark hair and eyes and a fascinating, upturned little nose, and the kindest little mouth in the world. "An Englishman would not have thought of that," she said. Aristide smiled in his roguish way and raised a deprecating hand. "Oh, yes, he would. But he would not have had--what you call the cheek to do it." Miss Christabel laughed merrily, invited him to a seat by the fire, and com
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