Believe me, I shall never forget her!" He was rewarded with two of the kindest smiles ever bestowed upon him, and as they drove away each secretly wondered why she had previously preferred the Baron to the Count.

It seemed a singular folly.
"Two deuced nice girls," mused he; "I do believe I told 'em the truth in every particular!" He watched their car dwindle to a scurrying speck, and then strolled back thoughtfully to purchase his ticket.
He found the signals down, and the far-off clatter of the train distinctly audible through the early morning air.

A few minutes more and he was stepping into a first-class compartment, his remarkable costume earning (he could not but observe) the pronounced attention of the guard.

The Baron and Alicia, with an air of mutual affection, entered another; both the doors were closed, everything seemed ready, yet the train lingered.
"Start ze train! Start ze train! I vill give you a pound--two pound--tree pound, to start him!" The Count leaped up and thrust his head through the window.
"What the dickens----!" thought he.
Hanging out of the other window he beheld the clamant Baron urging the guard with frenzied entreaty.
"But they're wanting to go by the train, sir," said the guard.
"No, no.

Zey do not! It is a mistake! Start him!" Following their gaze he saw, racing toward them, the cause of their delay.