Time enough for the world to know my shame to-morrow." Mr.Gryce tapped on the window overlooking the piazza.

A young man stepped in.
"Here is a gentleman," he cried, "who finds himself forced to return in great haste to New York.

See that he gets to the train in time, without fuss and without raising the least comment.

I will follow with his portmanteau.

Mr.Poindexter, you are now at liberty to attend your suffering daughter." And with a turn of the key, he unlocked the door, and one of the most painful scenes of his long life was over..