No! On that fair face only truth and honor were mirrored.

He was left alone absently checking up his deposit list before he recalled all the proud and womanly bearing of the beautiful unknown.
There was in her every motion the distinction of an isolation from the contact of the meaner world! How hungrily he had watched her onward path he only knew now.
And, with a secret pride, he recalled how daintily, like the swift Camilla, she had sped onward through all those human billows heaving to and fro, "the world forgetting, by the world forgot." He pocketed all his deposit slips, then glanced mechanically at the bank-book's entries, and wearily parried the badinage of the bright-faced young bank-teller.
Clayton slowly wandered over toward Taylor's, and he was still lost in his day-dream when he joined his chum, Arthur Ferris, finding the modest feast already on the table.
"By Jove, old man! You're 'way behind time," began the nervous lawyer.

"I've got to hustle.

I leave for Detroit on the evening train." "What's up, Arthur ?" demanded the laggard.
"I've just had a wire from Worthington," seriously replied his room-mate.

"He is going to take a trip around the world, via San Francisco.