Perhaps she had an instinctive presentiment that it was best to leave all to Destiny.

Toward the upper part of the avenue the carriage of her eager observation came to a stand before a warehouse of antique furniture and bric-a-brac, and, as it did so, a beautiful woman ran down the steps, and Apollo, for so Ethel had men-tally called him, went hurriedly to meet her.

Finally her coachman passed the party, and there was a momentary recognition.

He was bending forward, listening to something the lady was saying, when the vehicles almost touched each other.

He flashed a glance at them, and met the flash of Ethel's eyes full of interest and curiosity.
It was over in a moment, but in that moment Ethel saw his astonishment and delight, and felt her own eager questioning answered.