But even if she were not--la, la! He was having a good time! He was gay! He was seeing pretty women in the cafes and the gardens! Well, well, he would see her to-morrow--after that he would give proper heed to the Baron's warning! An anarchist's daughter! He slept well, too, with never a thought of the Saturday express which he had lain awake on other nights to lament and anathematise.

Bright and early in the morning he was astir.

Somehow he felt he had been sleeping too much of late.
There was a sparkle in his eyes as he struck out across town after breakfast.

He burst in upon Mr.Hobbs at Cook's.
"Say, Hobbs, how about the Castle to-day--in an hour, say?
Can you take a party of one rubbernecking this A.M.?
I like you, Hobbs.

You are the best interpreter of English I've ever seen.