rm in arm, taking the air before engaging in
the business of the evening.

"There was a new twist given to my thoughts when the carriage pulled up
and the driver spoke to a couple of these girls who were walking
mincingly along in their high-heeled shoes. Evidently inquiring the way.
They regarded me with friendly approval, but they shook their heads over
the _Rue Paleologue_. We were about to drive on when one of them put her
hand to her head with a gesture of recollection. She spoke to the
driver--a musical and resonant torrent of words. We drove on, past the
great bulk of the Tour Blanche, on into the darkness.

"For the road here left the quay and began to wind between large houses
embowered in trees. Those on the right faced the Gulf. No doubt in one
of them Mr. Kinaitsky dwelt with his wealthy Hebrew bride. To the left
could be seen avenues turning off. There was a great glare for a moment
as we passed a building with tall windows--a factory of some sort. And
then, after following this road for some time, we turned up one of the
avenues into deeper darkness and a silence broken only by the clink of
the harness and the soft sound of hoof and tire on loam and leaves. At
the head of this road the carriage stopped, and the driver pointed with
his whip, repeating the word _Paleologue_ to intimate that we were
there.

"I paid him and moved across the road in the direction indicated, and
found my foot striking a hard sidewalk beneath trees. It was very dark.
Here and there a grid of light was thrown on the road from a partly
shuttered window, or a pale glow would silhouette a woman sitting in a
doorway. There were many houses and I did not know the number I wanted.
I moved slowly along, hesitating to ask. You see, I was not sure. And
the language difficulty troubled me. These people spoke no intelligible
word as far as I was concerned. But I was constrained to pause at
length, and seeing some seated forms, outside a doorway in the darkness,
I began by asking if this were really the _Rue Paleologue_. A tall woman
rose from her chair and said 'Oui, Monsieur,' and I found myself in the
dim light from a spacious tiled vestibule, floundering in the middle of
whispered explanations. Their eyes seemed very large in the darkness,
and their forms tall and ghostly. Suddenly one of the girls stepped into
the light and I saw the broad, flat beauty of the Southern Slav. She
stood there regarding me, her hands behind her, her chin r