And from the name to the girl--may you be forever denied a glimpse of Shirley Claiborne's pretty head, her brown hair and dream-haunted eyes, if you do not first murmur the name with honest liking.
As the Claibornes lingered at their table a short stout man espied them from the door and advanced beamingly.
"Ah, my dear Shirley, and Dick! Can it be possible! I only heard by the merest chance that you were here.

But Switzerland is the real meeting-place of the world." The young Americans greeted the new-comer cordially.

A waiter placed a chair for him, and took his hat.

Arthur Singleton was an American, though he had lived abroad so long as to have lost his identity with any particular city or state of his native land.

He had been an attache of the American embassy at London for many years.