I'll look into it; and, if that is the case, which I scarcely dare hope for, Mr.Hathaway, you can safely leave him to ME." He looked so supremely confident in his fatuous heroism that Paul could say no more.

He rose and, with a faint smile upon his pale face, held out his hand.

"I think that is all I have to say.

When you see Miss Yerba again,--as you will, no doubt,--you may tell her that I am conscious of no misunderstanding on my part, except, perhaps, as to the best way I could serve her, and that, but for what she has told YOU, I should certainly have carried away no remembrance of any misunderstanding of HERS." "Certainly," said the colonel, with cheerful philosophy, "I will carry your message with pleasure.

You understand how it is, Mr.Hathaway.
There is no accounting for these instincts--we can only accept them as they are.