He had read the Journal, and he knew why Crailey might wish to masquerade in a major's uniform that night.

If Miss Carewe read it too, and a strange wonder rose in her mind, this and a word would convince her.

Tom considered it improbable that the wonder would rise, for circumstances had too well established her in a mistake, trivial and ordinary enough at first, merely the confusing of two names by a girl new to the town, but so strengthened by every confirmation Crailey's wit could compass that she would, no doubt, only set Cummings's paragraph aside as a newspaper error.

Still, Crailey had wished to be on the safe side! Tom sighed rather bitterly.

He was convinced that the harlequin would come home soon, replace the uniform (which was probably extremely becoming to him, as they were of a height and figure much the same), and afterward, in his ordinary dress, would sally forth to spend his last evening with Fanchon.