t kindness to me. I am sorry you and Barbara and
Hilary don't like Ras, which his real name really is Erasmus, but
you will when you know him better.

"Yours affectionately,

"LIOSHA PRESCOTT."

The amazing epistle took my breath away.

"Of all the infernal scoundrels!" I cried.

"There's going to be trouble," said Jaffery, and his look signified that
it was he who intended to cause it.

"But why Havre of all places in the world?" said I.

"I suppose it's the only one he knows," replied Jaffery. "He must have
once gone to Paris by that route. It's the cheapest."

I glanced through the letter again, and I felt a warm gush of pity for
our poor deluded Liosha.

"We must get her out of this."

"Going to," said Jaffery. "Let us have in Barbara at once."

I opened the communicating door and threw the letter into the room where
she was dressing. After a moment or two she appeared in cap and
peignoir, and the three of us in dressing-gowns, I with lather crinkling
over one-half of my face, held first an indignation meeting, and then a
council of war.

"I never dreamed the brute would do this," said Jaffery. "He couldn't
offer her marriage in the ordinary way without committing bigamy, and I
know she wouldn't consent to any other arrangement; so he has invented
this poisonous plot to get her out of England."

"And probably go through some fool form of ceremony," said Barbara.

"But how can she be such a thundering idiot as to swallow it?" asked
Jaffery.

I was going to remark that women would believe anything, but Barbara's
eye was upon me. Yet Liosha's unfamiliarity with the laws and
formalities of English marriage was natural, considering the fact that,
not so very long before, she was placidly prepared to be sold to a young
Albanian cutthroat who met his death through coming to haggle over her
price. I myself had found unworthy amusement in telling her wild fables
of English life. Her ignorance in many ways was abysmal. Once having
seen a photograph in the papers of the King in a bowler-hat she
expressed her disappointment that he wore no insignia of royalty; and
when I consoled her by saying that, by Act of Parliament, the King was
obliged to wear his crown so many hours a day and therefore wore it
always at breakfast, lunch and dinner in Buckingham Palace, she accepted
my assurance with the credulity of a child of four. And when Barbara
rebuked me for taking advantage of her innocence,