CHAPTER IV.
Julian, absorbed for the first few minutes of dinner by the crystallisation of this new idea which had now taken a definite place in his brain, found his conversational powers somewhat at a discount.
Catherine very soon, however, asserted her claim upon his attention.
"Please do your duty and tell me about things," she begged.

"Remember that I am Cinderella from Bohemia, and I scarcely know a soul here." "Well, there aren't many to find out about, are there ?" he replied.

"Of course you know Stenson ?" "I have been gazing at him with dilated eyes," she confided.

"Is that not the proper thing to do?
He seems to me very ordinary and very hungry." "Well, then, there is the Bishop." "I knew him at once from his photographs.

He must spend the whole of the time when he isn't in church visiting the photographer.