"One moment," she continued, drawing her purse from her pocket brusquely.
"Let me reward this civil gentleman of the road! Here, sir;" but, before she could continue, Carroll wheeled to her side, and interposed.
"Pray collect yourself, Miss Saltonstall," he said, hurriedly; "you can not tell who this man may be.

He does not seem to be one who would insult you, or whom YOU would insult gratuitously." "Give me the fan, Captain Carroll," she said, with a soft and caressing smile.

"Thank you." She took it, and, breaking it through the middle between her gloved hands, tossed it into the highway.

"You are right--it smells of the fonda--and the road.

Thank you, again.